Today, Ann and I (the others opted to stay at their studios and work) were lucky to be offered a ride by Jean-Yves to Provins, his hometown, about a 20-minute ride from Marnay. This is a medieval fortress village, UNESCO-certified, with a mighty tower on top and tunnels underground dating from the days of the large commercial fairs of the site's heyday in the 12th century.
Here are the gates to the old High Town.
A tower from part of the remaining ramparts, one of 5 kilometers to of wall to have survived the centuries up till now.
More doors and windows, doors and windows...
Half-timbered houses in the main square.
Coming up on the tower, Chateau de César.
Used as a prison at one point, and for the storing of munitions.
Panorama from the tower.
Inside the principal church at Provins (name to come later).
Painted walls of the church.
A little modernist moment.
Dubious flight of stairs.
See if you can spot the tomfoolery...
...and on to the museum...
Interesting representation of the Holy Trinity: Father, Son, & the Holy Ghost, all looking quite a bit like Jesus. Thought they might have been animating, but they had other ideas afoot in their minds.
Had to get my foot in there (new H & M shoe and pants from the first two days in Paris).
Color against stone.
Going underground. This is storage for the medieval markets. A bit claustrophobic at first, with lots of fellow tourists in these snake-like tunnels, but got used to it, and our guide gave us the benefit of grade school teacher enunciation, so she was easy to follow.
Walls of clay.
On the way out, painter's house. We had a nice mid-afternoon crêpe snack, and wandered into and out of the mega-rose shop, full of rose-tinted items, part of the village's heritage.
So it was a good day to play tourist. Tomorrow, guests (French grade school teachers) arrive at Camac and I will project work for them (Ogre). They are being introduced to the center and will return in a month for a workshop with their students.