Crécy…stepping into another world

photo: Maiko Miyazaki

Crécy-la-Chapelle, 27 miles east of Paris and only five miles from Disneyland, might as well be on another planet. It is a tiny medieval town guarded by moats, towers and drawbridges where life is lived at a gentler, provincial pace.I first went there, lured by the description of the 13th-century Gothic church at La Chapelle in the green Michelin guide. Because I don’t have a car, I looked up the nearest railway station – Crécy-la-Chapelle – and found that I could get there from Paris in less than an hour, walk to the church a mile away and be back in town the same afternoon. The prospect of a country walk was a major attraction, as the town itself only rates six lines in Michelin. In the event, I was so charmed by Crécy that I went back – and then went back again. The little town is like an onion, revealing endless layers of meaning about life in provincial France, past and present, beneath its apparent simplicity.

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Church of la Chapelle Photo: Maiko Miyazaki

This simplicity – of shape, size and architecture – is one of its most obvious and satisfying features. The whole town isn’t much larger than a village, but one with a difference. Crécy was built inside a bend of the Grand Morin river, a tributary of the Marne, and in the Middle Ages the river was extended to form not one, but three moats, completely enclosing the town and turning it into a medieval French version of Venice – without the crowds. Like Venice, its canals originally served a commercial purpose, linking Crécy to river traffic carrying goods which were unloaded at its various quays. But they have not turned the town into a living museum. Only seven of the circular towers which once protected the moats are still standing, and finding the less obvious ones is a challenge to any visitor’s ingenuity. The ruins of one mark the entrance to the town across the outer moat, another (intact) is in a small public garden, and I discovered the ruins of yet another sheltering someone’s washing line.

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Crecy canal Photo: Maiko Miyazaki

The unselfconscious continuity of the past with the present is the most enduring impression Crécy leaves on a visitor. When I get off the train, the first thing I do is to go and sit on a bench overlooking the outer moat, before crossing the little bridge into the town from the station. Within minutes, the sight of the old houses overlooking the water, each with its garden and miniature bridge, the sound of birdsong, the ducks waddling past my bench, the quiet gossip of women watching their children play in the sandpit, a youth cycling past who calls out “Bonjour, Madame” – all these things culminate in a deep breath as, fresh from Paris, I start to adjust to the scale and the spirit of the place.

Image Out of curiosity I once followed the outer moat in the other direction and discovered that the supermarket car-park is located next to it. Ten yards further on, the moat had become a country stream, with a leisurely game of boules going on in the meadow beside it. His back turned to the players, a man sat fishing from a weir across the stream.

Within the town proper, the impression of harmony persists and deepens. Everywhere, you can sense the secret presence of water. Overlooked by people’s back gardens, crossed by private bridges, and reached by unexpected alleys, it leads to a tower here, a mill-wheel there, a tiny public garden, a medieval wash-house (lavoir), a 12th-century shortcut to the next moat, and finally to the church within the inner moat and the river beyond.

As for the more famous parish church which I had come to see, it was probably worth the walk. I say probably because I was reduced to squinting through the keyhole to appreciate the interior of what the tourist brochure calls a “monument admirable du XIII et XV siècles du plus pur gothique.” The reason for the squinting was that the church was locked and the lady in the tourist office (a mile away and now closed) had neglected to point out that she, and she alone, had the key. I discovered this useful fact from a sympathetic passer-by. Everyone in Crécy knows everyone else – and their business. It’s a pattern of living that takes little account of international tourism, thank God.

And it helps to explain the general reactions of the inhabitants. People greet you as you pass them along the moats; an old lady waves from her window, when, realizing you are being watched, you look up and smile at her. The touching assumption is that you must be visiting friends or relatives in the town. Why else would you be there? Why else, indeed?

Annabel Simms 2004, adapted from her book ‘An Hour From Paris’ (Pallas Athene 2003) available at Paris English-language bookshops or contact //www.annabelsimms.com