Today we are time-travelling to the 1980s….mid to late ’80s. My then partner and I had travelled to Provence, and my parents were already staying there. We all met up, and my father, ever the keen map reader and browser of regional guides had found out about an abandoned village in the Luberon mountains.
As soon as we reached the area, and could see the village church from a distance away, I knew we were on to a winner. It was a most atmospheric place, and great for a wander around if you were a devotee of decay and abandonment.
Alas, those were the days of film, and I don’t have many photographs, but here are a few (incidentally, the distant view is from 2006, as I haven’t scanned that particular slide):
I tried the church door back then, but it was firmly closed. A year or so ago, I noticed an image on fellow blogger Tina Schell’s site, and I found out that it was indeed the interior of this church – you can see it here.
It appears that this place has now become beloved of the moneyed classes, and quite a bit of it is being restored. Also, there is now a cafe, so those days of being a rare visitor are gone.