I stopped into the pharmacy and noticed a poster for a dog show, one focusing on obedience and agility. Jacques and I had to see that, so on the appointed day, off we went, to the outskirts of a lovely village, Le Langon.
Sure enough, there was a little demonstration of obedience and one of agility, an event more or less for the students, their friends and family. It was most encouraging to see, because the dogs behaved only slightly better than Jacques does, with no training at all.
We being neither students nor friends nor family, we lasted about ten minutes and headed off to explore the village itself. Ten photos, I said to myself. I can do that.
This is the city hall. Why they felt they had to add bright blue window frames is beyond me. The basic building is a grand old pile. Back when there was a lot of money in agriculture, a whole lot of it seems to have been made in Le Langon. Le Langon is now a bywater, a suburb of Fontenay-le-Comte. Buildings like this tell you it used to be a center of importance, all on its own.
Here is the primary school. Apologies for the tilt. The road does slope, but the building shouldn’t.
The church appears to be in regular use, which is unusual around here. Until his death some years ago, Vendee was lucky to have a well-known stained glass artist in residence. This church has two of his windows.
The housing stock is above average and generally quite well kept. Le Langon was once noted for its horses. As you can see — as I wish you could see better — many locals are working to maintain that reputation. This horse, apparently some breed of draft horse, was immaculate. I’d like to tell you more about the rider, but I was too busy coveting his leather boots, also immaculate, and looking to be worth about as much as my car.
And finally, the pharmacy. That little sign on the door says, “Fermeture Definitive.” Le Langon does have a post office and a train station. Not every village can say that, especially regarding the train station. When it comes to businesses, though, it’s not exactly bustling. I found a convenience store and not much else.
And that’s the town. It’s charming, more so than most, and with an air of affluence. Folks are doing their shopping somewhere else, though. Otherwise a sweet little building like this one, right at a major intersection, would not be sitting empty.