Thanks for this collage. Somewhere in the back of my soul is a poem trying to get out but the surface of me is too tired to let it through. Oh well. Something about being too small to be so rigid...but that would be me, not Chartres. Is there not a labyrinth on the floor there? I think so. I think it would be a goal of mine should I ever get to France to walk it.
More of that multi-coloured grey stone your camera seems to handle so well. Our encounter with Chartres in nineteen days' time will be architecturally rather more humble: overnight at the Hôtel Marmotte en route to the Languedoc. Ah France, land of cathedrals and spiky conversation.
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Thanks for this collage. Somewhere in the back of my soul is a poem trying to get out but the surface of me is too tired to let it through. Oh well. Something about being too small to be so rigid...but that would be me, not Chartres. Is there not a labyrinth on the floor there? I think so. I think it would be a goal of mine should I ever get to France to walk it.
It's classic and very interesting:-)
You are right about too much. "A man's reach must exceed his grasp ...." The collage illustrates the point.
More of that multi-coloured grey stone your camera seems to handle so well. Our encounter with Chartres in nineteen days' time will be architecturally rather more humble: overnight at the Hôtel Marmotte en route to the Languedoc. Ah France, land of cathedrals and spiky conversation.
Anonymous masons.
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