Village of 660 inhabitants, with a lively festival committee dynamic.
His poet Jean Georges wrote Verneil the Puny:
In this village on the edge of Time
I left as dead leaves
Whirling in the wind
The dreams that brings air
Words of fun
The fresh fragrance of my roses
A color of desire
As the lids closed
I left the quiet night
The Angelus bell at the old
The nights still tense
The morning sun
On the road remained
The words of the poem
To the passer remained
Who spoke of those I love
And in the city today
The village beckons
For it is always with him
I draw these lines here
Living forever in him.