Texas! Texas! Texas!

Naturally, we, children of lesser nations, can only aspire to the greatness of Texas. But try we will!

Here's Mirande, between Bordeaux and Toulouse, in the south. A town that, with dreams of Texas in its head, with hope in its heart, and a tear in its eye has decided to follow every Frenchman's dream: to be Texas. To bask in the glory of Texan culture. To be part of its Greatness.
It has turned itself into a lone outpost of Texan sophistication in the cultural wasteland that is Southern France: