This is about the time of year when we might start talking about what to do and where to go this summer. Probably won't be doing that this year, again. Which means that I am turning toward the past to satisfy my itchy feet.
This is one of many photos I've taken on one of our several trips to the cathedral at Chartres. It's just an hour by local train outside of Paris, through suburbs and farm land. Lee loves Gothic architecture and Chartres is his favourite example, so no trip to France is complete without a day at Chartres.
But given the current situation the photo seems particularly relevant. We have been going through dark times, and perhaps there is a light at the end of the tunnel, just as the mid-day sun floods through the south windows of the cathedral on a spring day.