A visit to the Boscodon Abbey to enjoy the peace of silence... Trip to France
On a narrow street between trees with the background of the Alps, the directions to the place are good, you park in an adjacent parcheggino them and the area is very rural, pastures, forests, nature and gardens. The abbey is almost anonymous outside, a small square outside the entrance, a little 'shady home to a group of French tourists with assistance. We enter the abbey and the sun goes dark and cool. When I entered gave me this sign of austere, solitary, gray and closed ..... but strangely not from 'sadness or sense of claustrophobia. The abbey is very high, curved ceilings, all in stone. A sense of peace, to enter the bone, long and narrow, the side chairs and the altar is simply a pulpit with a meager Jesus' wooden puppet, stylized simple and posted on the wall, dark all around.
The two niches on either side of the altar are dedicated to two saints with its place for the basket of candles and offerings. Just how high is narrow and long, is an abbey by the strange structure vaguely gothic, vaguely films by Dario Argento. A small room adjacent to the most ' "happy" has a lectern, an altar and benches. Wooden statues depicting shepherds, children, scenes of life are placed in the room of the lectern. Inside pervades the cool, the eye becomes accustomed to the strange light that filters down, play of shadows, no artificial lighting turned on. Walk down the aisle to leave and I wonder why the darkness in a place that should give comfort and faith. On leaving the sun is blinding me.
Some brochures and advertising billboard at the entrance to the place, its history ..... in the lane dirt road toward the parking lot there is a souvenir shop which scans for my usual souvenir personnel, the "magnetic".
The garden near them makes me feel back centuries, seems to be at the time of agglomerations peasants, an era of feuds, cultivation of rural ..... Everything is simple here, 'there is silence, there is peace.
And again for a new adventure.