Ball court

The streets of Souvigny were more or less deserted when we visited. Except, of course, for that guy and his dog. They were playing ball in the street next to the abbey church. The guy launched the ball against walls and it bounced high and far. The dog went after it with enthusiasm. There were no cars to speak of, so everybody was relatively safe.

Church on the left, houses on the right, ball court in between.

After our encounter, the guy and his dog disappeared into one of the houses across the street from the church. We continued on our way around the immediate neighborhood, looping back toward the car as the sky threatened rain.

I read that the town of Souvigny holds a medieval festival each summer featuring food, music, crafts, and acrobats that evoke the medieval history of the region. They've been doing it for twenty-five years now.