I walked the Labyrinth in Chartres in 2004. The stone felt cool and smooth on my bare feet. Colored light echoed off the walls, my retna, my heart, a gift from the stained glass windows. I walked to the center on the path and floated back out on that same path. Later, much later I hopscotched too—when no one else was walking. I’ve been to Chartres a few times now, but my favorite was that Labyrinth walk (and hopscotch) in 2004.