Our last stop on this day’s journey led us to a tiny church so out of the way, yet so important in many ways to this region’s history. It is the little “Eglise de Saint Jean Baptiste”. Built in the 11th Century by unknown and containing some of the world’s oldest murals. Completely fragile, yet totally unguarded. I was not allowed to shoot photos in the crypt, but later at a preservation architecture museum in the Trocadero we found perfect recreations of the images in the crypt. They mean to preserve these images for all eternity. The murals are felt to be depictions of the war between good and evil as defined by the church.
This was a train station once, but a very nice fellow who lives there now told us we had to go to the Town Hall two blocks away to get into the church. We did and met a delightful young woman who locked up the Town Hall and gave us a guided tour of the church.
The sweet lady in the town hall walked over with us and gave us the tour of the church.
Below the altar is the door to the crypt where more
murals were painted in the 11 hundreds.
