The perched village of Callian in the French countryside by Fayence may seem like a snail: its streets wind slowly around its castle like a spiraling snail shell. But it's a pig that holds all the Callian luck. Touch its snout and good luck will follow, it is said.
"O toi qui viens de loin,
Si tu frottes mon groin (that's snout)
A coup sûr très grand bien
A jamais sera tien!"
The snout awaits at the bottom of the Tour de l'Horloge, polished by 50 years of hopeful rubs.
