Last night my energy disappeared – boom! – at 7:30 pm. One minute I was awake and reading, then zap, I was not. I woke up at some point: where am I? What time is it? I got up and ate some more of the fabulous bread and drank a little more wine, and set my alarm for 7am. That was useless; I woke up at 9am to the sound of breakfast being put out for me in the next room. I forced myself to get up and get on the local schedule.
Après mon petit-déjeuner, I walked back to the town center, enjoying along the way the experience of being in a different country, wth all its unique signs and ads and daily details. I found a few new friends for Moana, witnessed a mass in the cathedral, walked around Chartres for hours, and had the requisite crêpe for lunch. I had planned to spend tomorrow in town again, but am contemplating a trip to Versailles instead. Hmmm . . .