The Road to Chartres - First Things

The Road to Chartres - First Things

Rain was falling as we reached camp on that first night, and I was questioning my choices. When you walk two dozen miles in a day, every muscle hurts. I entered the tent to squeeze in among forty or so other women on bare ground. All around me were people who had come on this pilgrimage—a sixty-mile walk from Paris to the Cathedral of Notre Dame de Chartres—four, five, even seven times. I couldn’t imagine why. These were my thoughts, fifteen hou…