The danse macabre at Kermaria an Iskuit is one of the most famous and intact frescos of the subject in existence; it's 15th century, internationally famous, and was the inspration behind the Saint-Saens' piece of the same name. It's been waiting for me to go and visit it for about eleven years now, and is less than an hour's drive away.
However, the photo of it above is from Wikimedia commons. Because, although I finally made a plan to go, Tom happily complied (bribed with a possibility of lunch out at Binic), we got in the car and drove, when we got there, although it was a pretty place indeed,
leafy and peaceful,
the light lovely on the old stones
and through the turning leaves
it was closed.
We were shut out,
barred from entry.
It seemed the gardien, the person who had the key,
I was really rather cross.
I had thought, you see, that the week leading up to All Souls, the time when the spirits and souls walk abroad, would be a good time to go to such a place. What I had forgotten was, it is also the time when good French secular citizens make pilgrimages home to their families and elders, and perform their own ritual processions to the cemeteries, armed with votive chrysanthemums for the dead (never give chrysanths here as an offering to the living, it is bad form and bad luck), for the feast of Toussaint, All Saints, All Hallows, the day after All Hallows' Evening - Halloween.
Hence, presumably, the absence of the caretakers, who had left a soulfully howling dog at their house and a message on the answering machine.
So, I wandered around the outside of the building,
(while Tom stayed in the car with a book)
and looked for any interesting details I could find.
and acquainted myself with other guardians of the place,
some of whom had wings.