The church itself is small and of simple design but the luminous light cast by sun shining through the solid glass block windows creates a magical and peaceful effect which is not reflected in these photographs .
I do not think that anyone, with an interest in churches and religious art or not, could fail to be captivated by their effect.
The Fountain of St Eloi stands in the field next to the village carpark across the road from the Church. The fountain once served as the village laundry where the women gathered to chatter and laugh while they did the washing and their the children played - so the plaque tells us.
The small seating area around the fountain dates fom the 12th Century when it was placed under the protection of St Eloi, the Patron Saint of blacksmith’s and horse doctors.
One of the famous Breton Pardons, in the name of St Eloi, is held in the village every year and the procession follows a route to the church which passes by the Fountain.
Standing nearby is a Stele to which the information plaque is attached. It is believed to date from the iron age, but nobody has yet discovered the secret of how it came to rest in Roscanvel.
We stopped in the village about 12.45 and as so often in France there is no one to be seen in the lunchtime hour/s! So it was a bit like visiting a deserted village.
We were able to wander around, take photographs inside and outside the church and visit the nearby attraction of the fountain and we were the only people to be seen there.
We saw several houses that looked as though they could be summer residences will ALL shutters firmly closed and elsewhere adverts attached to pretty flower bedecked holiday cottages. The small shop was closed and we found no cafe for a snack but plenty of nice places to picnic. That may just have been lunch time closing or perhaps businesses spring into life in high season.
Not really a warning of danger just a word of advice if your tum needs regular meals!
It is just possible that during high season one of the buildings that looked like a shuttered dwelling when we were there in early June will emerge like a butterfly and be revealed as a very nice little cafe.!
But my guess is that this village may either rely on those peripatetic shops that travel to small villages in vans or the residents hop in to the nearest supemarkets or the Market in Crozon.
On our walkabout we did not come across a shop or cafe.
The nearest places for refreshments - cafes, restaurant and shops would be in le Fret or Camaret-sur-Mer - but that is the beauty of this area - nowhere within it is ever that far away!
Generally speaking when travelling in France we have never felt threatened , never been mugged or the victims of thieving scams.
On only two occasions, in many years, has our car been vandalised - once - a broken screen wiper -in a city centre after a big sporting event, and outside a B&B near the ferry terminal in Le Havre.
Worse things have happened in the Uk and in other European cities.
In rural France we always encounter friendliness and helpfulness but are not naive enough to think everywhere is populated by saints and take the sensible safety precautions that become second nature at home and abroad.
Frequent reading of the local newspapers reveals the same social, political and economic concerns as anywhere else in the western world .
But here in Roscanvel, on the Crozon peninsula , we found the parish church open to anyone who wished to enter . Perhaps a measure of the trust in this small community.