Another Place, another Time.
This is how I would love to start my journey to Chartres, with this sentence told me by Valérie Génique-Ennis, founder of Maison Ailleurs, a beautiful chambres d’hôtes in the heart of this lovely town: Another Place, another Time.
Actually it’s Valérie’s husband who used it for the first time to describe the feeling you have when you get off the train from Paris and you set your foot in Chartres, for the first time.
To me it was like Time slowed down, life started to disclose the pages of a different book, a book that has the breath-taking cathedral on the cover.
I have been dreaming about it since so long.
Would you like to know why?
Well, I came here chasing a ghost, a flittering image that I saw almost 10 years ago in the fantastic film by Orson Wells, F for Fake.
If you haven’t watched it yet, I would suggest you do.
It is a work of art.
In the middle of it “(…) the première work of men perhaps in the whole Western world and it’s without a signature: Chartres. A a celebration to God’s glory and to the dignity of men (…) Scientist keep telling us that the Universe is disposable. You know, it might be just this, one anonymous glory of all things, this rich stone forest this epic chant, this gaiety, this grand choiring chant of affirmation which we choose, when all of our cities are dust, to stand intact, to mark where we’ve been, to testify what we had in us to accomplish…” To quote some sentences from Mr Wells’s outstanding monologue.