Oingt! Oingt!

Next up was the beau village of Oingt, where we toured in the afternoon of June 26th and then spent the night at the town's aire de camping-cars. 

Pronunciation tip: the pronunciation of "Oingt" is identical to the sound that French pigs (les couchons) would make make if they spoke English (the "k," in English, would be silent). Similarly, the sound that French dogs make is woo! woo! FWIW. 😈

A bit of the countryside now well north of Lyon: vineyards, forests,
fields...

Entering Oingt

Not a single village or town we have ever heard of
in the region

But they have nice free libraries

Other than being another pretty little village, Oingt is celebrated
(!) for being the home Margaret of Oingt, a 13th century Carthusian
prioress and mystic; enjoying recognition now as one of France's
very earliest female writers; she wrote in both Latin (mystic and
theological treatises) and in the vernacular Franco-Provencal
(bodice-rippers)

Not a big place

Half-Romanesque door

And in English too

View of nearby village

More abut Margaret at the church

Interesting vaulting

More Margaret

Would that every Matthew church have a Caravaggio...

Next day, we are off, driving and diving ever deeper into Burgundy,
off the beaten path, but not off the pedaled path...note foreshadowing
yellow and green shirts...