Yesterday, we got up and showered in our glamorous luxury shower. Elizabeth smuggled some of the tasty jellies and cheese circles from the breakfast buffet for our lunch. We headed out on the subway to Versailles.
As soon as we got to the busy small town, we stopped by a bakery and bought un baguette; which is a long long stick of bread. After walking in the wrong direction for 10 minutes, we bump into the most precious blonde haired family from Oregon. They redirected us to the Chateau, the castle or palace of Versailles.
We waited in line for 30 minutes and bought tickets to tour the mere home of the Royale King Louis XIV and his family. IT WAS AMAZING!!!!
As we walked through, room to room, every room was so intricate. The first room was red velvet victorian wall paper from ceiling to floor. The drapes matches. Then green. Then blue!!! All velvet and victorian filled with giant paintings (most likely duplicates but they looked so real!). The blue room had all the Queens, decendant after decendant. To be honest all the Queens looked alike and they werent that attractive. They actually looked like men in giant poofy accordian dresses.
Most of the paintings of women were beautiful, but ironic. Let me tell you why Elizabeth and I think so. They were all either completely naked or showing at least one boob. And didnt they dress soooooo conservatively back in the day?As in dresses buttoned up to their neck and draping down poofing out with a diameter of 6 feet? Then it is a beautiful and innocent thing to be photographed or painted naked. Titanic anyone? Now lets speed up the clock.. Now-a-days, you can dress while showing a considerable amount of skin without looking "skanky." (pardon the phrase). But to pose for anytype of art may it be photography or paintings it is considered provacative and not acceptable. Hmmmmm.
After seeing the Kings and Queens Chamber, we found a spot in the courtyard to have lunch. We pulled out the baguette, jelly, and cheese we smuggled in through securtity, and I had a tube of dijon spicy mustard that Susan gave me from Switzerland. Ps. Im obsessed with this mustard! It tastes good on everything!
After lunch, we found our way down the marble steps, that are slightly slanting because of the wear and tear, outside, and to the gardens. We walked through the life-size mazes for a while talking in British accents losing our breath from either laughing at ourself or at the beautiful flower gardens or fountains or at the couples going at it making out. Oh people watching. Thats half the fun of it ya know.
We found a spot down by the water in a shady spot against a tree. We stayed there for almost 2 hours, listening to music, reading, writing, or playing gin.
We strolled through town for a little bit, then jumped back in the subway to head back to Paris. We hung out at the hotel for a little bit, gaining some energy and waiting on Kate. She went and got the cutest hair cut EVER! Then we went to a restaurant and ate some pizza. We reached our goal fattening our bellies and walked to the Eiffel Tower. We wanted to see it glitter. We people watched and played gin waiting for the light show. Finally, at exactly 11:00pm it lit up as if it were a light house, and China was looking for the dock.
Life is grand.