We spent little time in Saint-Menoux. It was starting to rain, we thought. I parked the car in front of the church, which we had noticed a couple of days earlier when driving through the town on our way from to Moulins Bourbon-l'Archambault. This time, we stopped to take a look around.
There was a nice-looking boulangerie/pâtisserie across from the church, but we didn't need bread because we had decided to get carry-out pizza from a restaurant for dinner. I got out of the car and went to see if the church was open or all locked up. I wanted to at least take a peek inside.
Walt waited in the car with the dog, because we wouldn't be able to take Tasha into the church anyway. I walked up the path that led up to the front door as a light drizzle started to fall. I was afraid the rest of our afternoon might get washed out.
When I got to the church door, this is what I found (above). It was locked up tight. I turned around a went back to the car. At least the drizzle wasn't getting any heavier. As I crossed the street, a man and a woman in a car stopped and asked me if the church was open and worth the visit. I told them I hadn't found a way to get in. They drove off.
I did get one final shot of the church, from the opposite end compared to the photos I posted yesterday. I'm almost glad I didn't go inside, because I might have tried to stick my head into Saint-Menoux's sarcophagus, with unwanted results. We drove on to Agonges where, to our surprise, the sun was shining.