Everyone who has been to Paris tells you to go to Versailles.
They don’t tell you why.
“Just go,” they say.
So I went. And let me tell you what they won’t tell you:
IT’S BIG AND KINDA BORING.
The place is huge so you need to wear good shoes. I was even wearing good shoes but they were NO MATCH for Versailles.
For a background, Versailles is where a bunch of the Kings of the Louis variety lived until merde went down during the French Revolution. Now it’s a tourist attraction. The palace is ornate as all get out… to the point of ridiculous. I mean, do you need a red room, yellow room, blue room, green room and teal room? Not to mention a salon for the moon, Mars, the sun, Jupiter and Saturn? Non.
But hey, when you’re a king and into being fancy, maybe this stuff is up your alley. I dunno.
The palace is on grounds that are so big that one should rent a bike or bus because to trek on foot (which I did) is just bad planning.
But Versailles is not so bad. The Hall of Mirrors was rad (see below) as was my new friend Aram, a student from Korea, who was as lost as I was on the ginormous grounds.
But in the end, if you come to Paris, you should see Versailles. It’s true. Just make sure you wear good shoes.
|Just your average ceiling at Versailles. No biggie. Geezus.|
|Seen one throne, seen them all.|
|I have angels holding up my chandeliers. Doesn’t everyone?|
|Someone liked flowers.|
|I thought this was it. Then I turned around and saw acres of gardens. ACRES.|
|“Hey honey, let’s hang out in the yellow room tonight.”|
|“Nah, I’m feeling for the red room.”|
|Getting over it.|
|This was after I met Aram and became completely amused by her equal lack of enthusiasm for Versailles.|
|So we decided to amuse each other. We were lost anyway.|
|We came across this village created for Marie Antoinette and her musing.|
|Complete with thatched roofs and gardeners.|
|And it’s all not real. It’s like Disney. Amazing.|
|The farm animals are real.|
|I wonder what these cows did in a past life to get this sweet gig.|
|After the grounds, I gave the palace another gander. It was just as ridiculously ornate as the first time around.|
|The Hall of Mirrors is quite lovely. It’s right outside Louis’ bedroom.|
|But never again. I will never go to Versailles again.|