With a tear in our eye, still holding hands, we taxied across the city to Gare Montparnasse train station for a trip to Chartre where a car awaited. Well, that's what they called it; looks more like a large toy, but it is a Chevy, and it does have a navigator from the same company as our German navigator - Tom-Tom. All went well at first, the lady told us where to turn and where not, but then we got into town and the road work that kept us from doing what she wanted. The result was erroneous directions, once commanding us to go in a circle. We finally stopped, parked, and sought help. We got more than we wanted, the couple we asked must have taken 20 minutes to figure out directions that turned out to be totally wrong. Whilst this was going on the gendarmes found our illegally parked car and began filling out a ticket. We finally broke free of our advisors and returned to the car to find the officers still filling out the ticket. We asked them for directions with much better results - they knew where the hotel was. Unfortunately, we couldn't convince them to trash the ticket. Shortly, we did find the hotel, and after lugging our stuff into the room we went to old town. It turned out to be free of tourists, and the cutest old city we've seen. Seems contradictory but the walled old town is adorable and tres picturesque. Light rain added to the ambience.