I woke up extra early this morning to the sounds of seagulls.
We walked back through the silent streets for breakfast in our hotel.
Then before everyone descended on the island we strolled slowly to the top...
....and waited at the top of the Abbey steps. It wasn't long before the rain began and the crowd followed us.
We entered the Abbey at the head of the line and after a quick look back on the causeway and the building of the new bridge...
...we headed into the sanctuary before everyone else. I reveled in the beauty and tested out the acoustics.
On the chancel area is what looks like a manhole...
We got a different view later in the room under the sanctuary, the Hall of Grand Pillars.
After the sanctuary we entered the cloisters..
...before entering the refectory or dining hall, where the monks ate in silence as one person read the Bible to them from a pulpit.
After several more massive rooms we were directed into the ossuary. During the Revolution, monasticism was abolished and the abbey became a prison. A large treadmill was placed in the ossuary. Six prisoners marching two abreast on this wheel, powered two-ton loads of stone and supplies up the cliff.
Looking from the top you can see the way the supplies came up the wall.
We also saw this section from below while taking our morning walk. They are using this ramp now in the work that is currently happening on the island.
The final room we explored was the Scriptorium Hall where the monks decorated illuminated manuscripts.
From there we were directed outside and down past the gardens. We looked out, past the cannon to the mudflats below.
We spotted one family taking a tour on the mudflats, during low tide.
Before we left this most incredible place, we got our picture taken with the abbey behind us.
We hurried down to our hotel room to meet the 11:30 a.m. check out. The streets of the island were now packed with tourists.
We walked through the rainy streets with our suitcase, down the causeway and caught the shuttle back to our car. It was Sunday and we thought we would get away from the tourists and find lunch along the way. Our GPS routed us through lovely French countryside. It was beautiful but we weren't prepared for how everything would be closed on a Sunday. It rained the whole day. When we finally made it to the Autoroute, we found a gas station and bought a prepackaged sandwich to eat in the car. This was the view of the rest of our trip to Chartres.
We arrived in Chartres around 4 p.m. and made a very wet two-block dash for our hotel. We hurriedly checked in and went out to explore. Across the street from our hotel was the Place des Epars. The local Rotary club was running an event in which, for a few Euros, you could get a ride through town in a vintage automobile.
We decided to pass and instead made our way for the Chartres Cathedral, a UNESCO world heritage site.
As you can see the steeples on the cathedral are mismatched. After a fire destroyed the tower on the left, the spire was topped with a Gothic steeple. The inside is just as impressive. A labyrinth is inlaid in black marble on the floor. Chairs were up for mass and we could only partially see it.
The cathedral is beautiful with a beautiful sculpture of Our Lady of the Assumption behind the altar.
We toured the stained glass and got to see the relic of Mary's Veil, behind bulletproof glass.
In some of the stained glass of Chartres is what is referred to as Chartres Blue, a color created by mixing cobalt oxide into the glass. This color is no longer made because they aren't exactly sure of the process.
We then walked completely around the outside of the building. I was stunned to find the signs of the zodiac in the portal about the door on the north porch.
Behind the Cathedral, in what used to be the Bishop's Palace is now the Musee des Beaux Arts. If you peek over the wall you find another labyrinth, this one made out of grass.
By this time, we had fallen in love with the City of Chartres and decided to do some more exploring. We walked past the Church of Saint Aignan...
...past the half-timbered house...
...past the abbey church of St. Pierre...
...and down to the Eure River canal.
By then we were trying to figure out how we could move to this beautiful place. As we walked we noticed little lights in the pavement along the way, powered by tiny solar panels. We would discover later why these lights were throughout the city. We headed back up the hill and ate at a restaurant directly across from the cathedral. We walked back to our hotel. While I did research for our next day, Bryan fell fast asleep. About 10 p.m. I looked out the window and couldn't figure out why the "ancient Chapelle Sainte-Foy, we had passed on our way back to the hotel, was lit up in such an unusual way. I did some Google looking and discovered that beginning in the middle of April, the city of Chartres does light shows on 29 of their buildings and calls it Chartres en lumieres. I convinced Bryan that we had to go out into the rain and experience this amazing thing. The light projected onto the buildings tells stories. It is hard to capture in a still photo. This is the building next to our hotel.
This is Chapelle Sainte-Foy, which also had music.
But the most impressive site we visited was the Chartres Cathedral. We sat on a bench and enjoyed the light show, along with several dozen other people. The music changed to match the lights.
By the time we had been to three sites, it was late and we were freezing. We knew we would love to walk down to the river and see what amazing things they created down there but we were literally too tired with all the spectacular sites we had seen that day. We reluctantly made our way back to the hotel as the rain began in earnest.
