About 70 miles south of Paris lies the small village, Chartres. After spending the early morning in Versailles, the real treat awaited me in Chartres. A weekend in a storybook location gave my spirit great peace. On Sunday afternoon, the great Chartres Cathedral rang its tower bells and the town shut down.
Shops closed their doors and small parks filled with families. After a wonderful early dinner at Le Pichet, I found a small space in the park, tucked my Benneton bag behind my head and closed my eyes. Slight breeze. No worries. I can understand how the great poets, artists, and writers of centuries past could be so inspired.