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                                As the
                                nights draw in, and the gloom and
                                melancholy of an English winter
                                take hold, I think of Loulle.
                                This pretty village sits above
                                the forests of Fontenu and Mont-sur-Monnet, surrounded by
                                broad green meadows, and the
                                hills beyond. Brown cows slumber
                                and graze beneath the broad heat,
                                their bells sounding lazily as
                                they turn their big heads. In the
                                middle of the tiny village, at
                                the highest point, sits
                                Saint-Laurent, with the Mairie
                                opposite and a fruitiére nearby. The cupola of the
                                church is surmounted by a cross,
                                and the walls of the tower are
                                pantiled, as are the west ends of
                                the aisles, giving the church a
                                curious appearance as if a child
                                had constructed it from lego.
                                However, a walk around the
                                building reveals its great age;
                                it has been patched up over the
                                centuries. 
                                In the
                                summer heat, lizards bask and
                                dart between the headstones. A
                                few rooftiles had slipped in the
                                storm the previous night, and I
                                confess I picked up part of a
                                broken one and put it in my
                                pocket, a keepsake, a memory. 
                                I have
                                visited this church often, and
                                have never found it locked. It
                                tells you something of how laid
                                back the Jura is that there is
                                still a faded 'Jubilee Year 1950'
                                poster pasted up inside the big
                                doors. You step through into one
                                of the prettiest church interiors
                                in the Chalain area. It is
                                simple, and simply beautiful.
                                Elegant three bay arcades
                                separate narrow aisles from the
                                nave.  
                                Bare stone
                                walls and stone-flagged floors
                                throw into relief high wooden
                                benches, a medieval image of St
                                Laurence and coloured glass. Very
                                bravely, virtually all the
                                pre-Vatican II trappings and
                                debris of the19th century
                                Catholic Church have been
                                removed. The plaster has also
                                been removed, revealing several
                                blocked Romanesque doorways and
                                windows. The result is a gentle,
                                soft spiritual space. 
                                The eyes
                                are drawn to a 16th century
                                window that contains 19th century
                                glass (although the sacristy
                                behind prevents light shining
                                through). Thick rustic hexagonal
                                pillars lift the arcades. High
                                above, the medieval vaulting
                                dances across the roof. It is
                                enchanting. 
                                There are
                                three windows in each aisle,
                                recessed in Romanesque arches.
                                The middle one on each side
                                contains charming glass, signed G.P.
                                Dayrant, Bordeaux. The Queen
                                of the Rosary on the north side
                                is dated 1911, The angels
                                appearing to the shepherd on the
                                south side 1912. 
                                There are
                                16th and 17th century ledger
                                stones for Priests set in the
                                chancel and eastern nave floors.
                                Within the chancel there is an
                                aumbry on the north side and a
                                piscina on the south side, the
                                latter containing a small mensa
                                for some reason. 
                                This is one
                                of the prettiest churches I know. 
                                Saint-Laurence,
                                Loulle, is in the middle of the
                                village on the D255 between
                                Mont-sur-Monnet and Champagnole.
                                I've always found it open. 
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