Those of us learning French are always looking for ways of keeping the hard slog of learning fresh and engaging. One way I quite like, but don't really use often enough is to read poetry. The trick is to find the right poet, and Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585) the French Renaissance court poet is a surprising contender. Even for someone with just about functional French like myself, the language of his poems is clearly beautiful, with charming imagery (rather like the sonnets of his contemporary, Shakespeare, would be if one was learning English, I think). Ken wrote a little post about Ronsard and translated one of his poems a while ago over on Living the Life in Saint-Aignan.
remains of the transept across to the graveyard.
'sauvegardistes' opened it up in order to give a truer
impression of the place in Ronsard's time.