Chartres today. Oh our holy mother of pearl! It is la vraiment charment ville in all of the world. The cathedral is one of the most spectacular things I've ever seen in the whole of my life. They're cleaning it right now and the difference between the clean and the dirty is so intriguing (I'll put pictures up on Sunday). I fell in love. I sat in the chapel de Saint Sacrement and contimplated life and love and God and it was the most perfect Moyen Age moment. Besides, our Chartres expert was one of the most adorable and knowledgeable Brit transplants I could ever hope to meet. He knew so much. And I fell half in love with him as soon as I found out that he moved from London to Chartres because he loved the cathedral and want to study it and just be near. "Don't say you've seen Chartres. I've been here for 30 years and I'm still seeing it." I mean really? Don't you want to bottle that kind of curiosity and passion? I sure do and I'm first in line to buy as soon as someone invents it (including if I invent it). Then I died in a salon de the when I bought the most beautiful tart aux chocolate.
And I found out how much I despise huge groups of Americans and standing around in the metro. As much as I am fascinated by people in the metro, I hate looking like an American dumb dumb pants just standing about. Ah, but now I must away to a petit boulangerie to purchase my daily baguette!