Cornflowers

We were on our way to the abbey at Clairvaux when I asked Brian to pull over as there was a beautiful field of cornflowers. I’m sure the farmer didn’t think they were that beautiful, but I thought they looked gorgeous. We got out to take some pictures, and realised we had stopped near an old chapel dating back to the 12th century. It was quite serene, nestled in this quiet corner of France. We took some time to have a look around. It had been renovated in 1987, and although there were some bits that could do with some attention, it was all very well cared for, and the delightful thing was they had positioned some seating and a picnic area.

We were able to access the front part of the chapelle through a beautifully restored archway, but the main wooden door was locked. There were two large key holes, which I investigated to see what I could see through them, and tested whether I could take a picture.

Mine didn’t work that well, but Brian had more success. The chapelle had a very plain interior, but looked ethereal with the sunlight shining through the tall narrow carved windows onto the subtle tones of the stone and centuries old wooden pews.

My photos are on the left, Brian’s are on the right.