My husband’s chosen profession was that of a United Methodist minister, a position that offered him little family time. To solve that problem, he began saving his vacation days which allowed the four of us to return again to Chartres, France (pictured below) three years later, where we stayed a week, renting a room from Mr. Yves Bothorel, who delighted us with stories of the house on the right at the bridge and the history of the area. This trip we rented a car which gave us greater mobility allowing us to visit other towns and villages such as Vezelay, Cluny, the sites of Clairvaux and the Paraclete, St. Gildas, and, of course, Paris.
