Another kind of bell-ringing
There have been many stressful things about visiting France this time. And, while I don’t suppose that a trip made for a funeral can be any other way, a certain natural disaster in Iceland did manage to accentuate our anxieties.
The volcanic delay did, however, end up working out in our favor in at least one way. Because of it, my mother and I took the time to visit the chapel of St. Barbe near Le Faouët in Brittany. The church complex is built into a hillside, allowing for a spectacular approach via old stone stairs…
...as well as for a postcard view or two.
photo by my mother
The chapel itself was closed, but it isn’t the reason why we come anyway.
This is. Further down the hill from the old buildings is a lovely forest of beech and oak along the Ellé River.
We’d brought a picnic with us, and…
photo by my mother
...unlike some other people…
...we did our best to do very little for an afternoon.
photo by my mother
Besides the unbeatable Breton countryside, the other main attraction of the chapel of St. Barbe is the bell that everyone and anyone is encouraged to ring.
photo by my mother
There’s something deliciously invigorating about making a big piece of metal sing out and reverberate across the valley simply for the joy of hearing it.
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(2) Comments / Commentaires: Another kind of bell-ringing
You are AWESOME! Love your spirit Gwenn.
Ness
Claire...
Oh, this looks like fun! I’m so glad you were able to take advantage of the unplanned free day and enjoy such a beautiful place.
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