Anglar is really (yawn) just another medieval village. It has a black-rimmed Anglar sign going in and out which means the speed limit is 50 km/hr, so it's more than a hamlet where you don't even have to take your foot off the pedal. But it doesn't have it's on mairie: the commune is called Anglar-Juillac and the mairie is down the road a ways along with the grade school and community center.
The first house you come to reminds you that the old masons could do anything. I would find it impossible to imagine or draw the shapes and volumes of this house. They actually built it. In a couple hundred steps, you're at the last house after which it's nothing but vineyards. This place is typical in that the interior space is probably not that big once you subtract a. the entire ground floor which is devoted to dankness and mold, old wine barrels and rusty machinery, since the stone walls wick up moisture from the ground. With any luck the second floor is dry. And b. the thickness of the exterior walls which approaches 24 inches.
The apse in back of the eglise has been built with cut stone, the best method. It goes downhill from cut stone to roughly trimmed stone (appareillé) and finally, tout va, whatever the hell you could lay your hands on and even throw your sandwich wrappers in the middle for filler.
The mur clocher, bell tower is sterner than the one in Castelfranc which looks like an old airedale dog waiting for his biscuit.
mur clocher
There is also the chateau of Anglar but it's surrounded by a wrought iron fence. There used to be a panel on the church giving a little history of the chateau and noting that it was off bounds to the public and not available for visits.
These carvings float above the door to the church.
