In a small village 20-25 kilometers south-east of Angouleme, Misty and I stumbled across an old stone church from around the 14th century. While perhaps somewhat pedestrian compared to the much larger and more ornate city cathedrals, this church had a unique air about it.
In this picture I was standing in the back third of the building reflecting on the early evening sun illuminating the otherwise dark and ominous structure. Unfortunately in this picture the brilliance of the sun obscures the simple geometric stained-glass window that it's streaming through.
A parish is a territorial unit that was usually historically served by a local church.
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