Much of the interior of St. Maurice (former) Cathedral in Mirepoix is either faded or worn down to almost bare stone, but what remains is a revelation. I don’t know when it was originally adorned in this way or what restoration attempts have been made, but it does seem to give lie to the convential wisdom about those monolithic gloomy gray blocks of stone (as if a building dancing with colored light filtered through stained glass could even be so).
(Mirepoix is known for its color in other ways: the medieval town center is marked by covered sidewalks and brightly colored buildings.)
It was lovely and quiet and still hinted at life lived here:
This was interesting, too:
What’s your guess? Mine would be pagan shenanigans of one sort or another, misappropriating the symbol.
Charlotte was Both 