It was deconsecrated in the 1940s, and now it's just a brick shell slowly being overtaken by the forest. There was some talk last year of renovating it, but nothing's been done so far, although the roof was replaced in the 1980s when a tree fell on it. Either they're waiting to raise a certain amount before they start, or like so many "renovations" in south Louisiana, it's never getting past the talking-about-it phase. Frankly, I prefer it the way it is. It's not like there's a shortage of perfectly preserved little country churches in this state.
To get there, I took US 61 North, then turned onto LA 66 past St. Francisville. After about 12 miles, there's a little private road called Cap Eddies, that was blocked by a gate. I left my car on the side of the road and ducked through the gate, which luckily had wide bars. I took this photo from where I parked my car.
I walked a short way down the road--which I never saw anyone go down the entire time I was there--maybe a quarter of a mile. From there is a little path leading to the church. I took this photo from where I left the road and entered the path.
The outside is pretty intact, it doesn't have the masses of vines growing on it that you see on a lot of other old buildings in the south.
There are still some patches of plaster inside, but it's mostly bare brick.
It was a beautiful day--we're having an exceptionally cool, dry March--and very peaceful. After I took my photos (I also shot a roll of 35mm, one of 120, and a pack of instant in my Holga), I sat on the grass in the sun and ate some snacks I had brought for lunch. I could see my car from the church, so I didn't have to worry about it. I could have stayed all day.