From Paris, we drove a leisurely pace towards the Burgundy Region of France and headed to Corcelles les Arts. It’s funny when you are going to a place you have never been before and don’t have any other preconceived ideas, other than a photo of the B & B you are headed to. So, there we were and the wonderful FIFI (yes, we name our GPS for the country we are in at the time) tells us we are at our destination. The middle of a village, the middle of the road and no further help, so we drive up and down until we saw a lady coming towards us. YAY! we were found.
Unpacked, settled in and off we went on a reconnaissance of the village. On good authority, we walked out of the village, down to the lake, along the path and past the castle. The castle is a point of contention: the owner is in absentia and the villagers think it should be lived in and the family should be contributing to the economy. So, empty it stands until sold. (If you need 360m2 dwelling on 11ha, 13 rooms and have €3,000,000 to spare you know where to look. Tell them I sent you and I may get a spotters fee!)
As we pondered buying the castle and setting it up as a posh B & B, we passed a church. Reading the inscriptions of those ‘enfants’ of the village lost in war, we were invited in to have a look at the newly completed renovations. The church bells were ringing, the sky was leaden and threatening, so in we went. The man (and we don’t know if he was a priest, parishioner, or perhaps the person in charge of renovation) was there to re-hang some pictures. When the lights went on, we saw how beautiful this place of worship really was. In basic English, he described the fixing of the ‘ding ding dongs’ (church bell tower now automated). We were taken to the back to be shown something ‘no one else knew about’. In cupboards on racks and each covered with cloth, were vestments, the liturgical colours for holy seasons all separated and meticulously preserved, which had been discovered when multiple layers of rotten flooring had to be replaced. Along with this, all the sacraments in finest metals - we were shown the lot! We left this restored church feeling richer in so many ways and had been trusted as strangers, with a secret of treasures found.