Nestled on a hill with a clear view of the green valleys, the olive groves and the mountain of Jezzine, the village of Sarba evokes a Far-West atmosphere in a south marked by a very pronounced rural tradition. In its large square stands a remarkable church with a landscaped square and a striking sculpture suggesting patriarchy and agriculture. A stroll in its old streets reveals a whole district sheltering the ruins of a Crusader citadel lost between the houses. In Sarba, the thousand-year-old stone witness the daily life of a village struggling to preserve its identity.