Accueil Abbaye Sainte Foy*
Sunday we wander about, basking in the sun. We admire the church’s elaborate tympanum – and its depiction of the Last Judgment (with rare, surviving bits of medieval paint). I especially like – in Hell – a tableaux of a rabbit roasting a hunter. Time out for reading and resting in the Abbey’s garden. At dinner we are introduced as pilgrims from America and the abbot tells us that his abbey has a sister convent in Tehachapi, California. We have potato salad with sausage, a cannelloni-like baked dish, cheese plate, and raspberry tart. We sing and laugh and cry. Then in the abbey’s church there’s a sound-and-light organ concert, featuring everything from “The House of the Rising Sun” to an impression of walking the Camino composed and played by monk Father Daniel. To take this in, we climb very narrow steps to a gallery seventy feet above the floor, and amble through a forest of carved capitals. A magical experience.