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. 😈
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A bit of the countryside now well north of Lyon: vineyards, forests,
fields... |
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| Entering Oingt |
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Not a single village or town we have ever heard of
in the region |
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| But they have nice free libraries |
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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) |
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| Not a big place |
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| Half-Romanesque door |
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| And in English too |
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| View of nearby village |
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| More abut Margaret at the church |
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| Interesting vaulting |
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| More Margaret |
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| Would that every Matthew church have a Caravaggio... |
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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... |
