Last post of the series. This time about the fortified village of Puycelsi. We approached it on a hot day around noon and the streets were not very crowded.
We left the car in a car park at the bottom of the hill and climbed the dusty road towards the village. Must have been fun doing this in full plate armour under the scorching sun.
Through the gate we stormed the village.
Not much chance of raping and pillaging so far.
Where are the hobbits? Where is the loot?
Ooh, kitty kitty but the kitty was not pleased.
In one of the houses a choir was rehearsing for the upcoming festival so part of our tour was accompanied by classical music. Bit like in those occult demon summoning horror movies.
Chapelle Saint Jacques, once belonging to the Templars.
Horses resting near a bar. The knights got off for a pee and an ale, I guess.
This at first sight seemingly normal quiet village housed some oddities.
Obligatory church visit while holidaying:
Colourful interior of the St Corneille church
The angel above the altar urgently needs to see a chiropractor
This painting of the crucifixion in the church is by local artist Armand Thuiller (I deducted this from the signature). Bit odd, though. John the Baptist can’t have been present at the crucifixion (already beheaded). Did some browsing earlier today to find out more about it and it seems this is a copy of a painting by Grünewald.
Panoramic views of a presently idyllic countryside. No crusaders in sight. On the left you can see the St. Roch chapel. There is an altar inside, some statues and the tourist office with wifi. Strange place for a tourist office.
Outside there was a box with books offered by the local bookshop (Le temps de lire, they don’t seem to have a website, but they do have a lot of books in the shop). Plenty of mystery/conspiracy J’ai Lu paperbacks.
Two de Sèdes added to the collection
Nice picturesque view of a small alley. But wait, what’s that behind the window on the upper floor?
Oh, never mind. It’s just a skeleton.
We continued on our tour.
Another pretty house, with a closed gate and sign that says ‘Do not enter’.
Zooming in on the door:
And all the while the choir kept on chanting…