people in small towns are genuinely proud of monuments - when we stepped off the train looking lost a family piled into a large van kindly flagged us down and offered us a ride up the hill to the chapel. eager to get to it before the sunset we accepted and were dropped off just far enough down get a full approach around a blind curve, through half the village (four houses) and up to be alone with the simple organic chapel. it's beautiful - not pretentious, a skeleton removed from the walls holding up a leaf-braced roof, a crafted raised floorplate with a miniscule lip separated from the walls as well - sunset light falling in slits on the walls from the clerestory windows. balanced on a point, poised above the mountains.... it fits in with the village somehow, despite it's completely different language, and deserves its overlook into several valleys.
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