One afternoon in February, I opened the door to see the cloisters bathed in sunlight… it was extraordinarily beautiful. Gradually, I discovered the decorated stones.  Everything is expressed in this small, luminous space: the seasons, our joys and sorrows, happiness and suffering… I walk, look around me, turn back, sit down, explain, recount, and always leave slightly regretfully, even in the knowledge that I will find it again in all its beauty tomorrow.

What a beautiful architectural ensemble! The carvings of the keystones, doors and capitals bear witness to the work of the stonemasons of old. Come and admire the fresco of the Annunciation. And what about the discovery of the cloister during the summer nights. The serenity of the place invades us from our first steps.

When entering the cloister, you first think of simply circling the four wings and then leaving. Then we gradually discover the sculptures that adorn the walls, where every detail counts, and we let ourselves be carried away by the magic of the place. Looking up, we are fascinated by the stone lace married to the blue of the sky. The cloister, a meeting place between men and the sky. A moment to live absolutely.