the sun king
Well I came away from Versailles confident in the knowledge that King Louis XIV had an ego about the same size as France.
In the lineup to get into the Palace, we met some Versailles Penguins, picking up scraps of food. It was a carnival-like atmosphere. Hall of Mirrors. View from Marie Antoinette’s bed chamber.
I think I’m going to start having busts and paintings of myself all over the manor house at home. See how that goes down with the friends and fam. Versailles was pretty spectacular, and nice to know that it’s bringing in some revenue finally after so many decades of decadence draining the coffers dry.
After Versailles, ice cream was required to face the train ride back to Paris.
We found a lovely place for dinner. One of our favourite pastimes.
After dinner we went to the Musée d’Orsay, in a retired train station. It is a remarkable museum, filled with Impressionist and neo Impressionist works of art. It was calm and beautiful. Gaugin, Rodin, Monet, Manet, Mary Cassât - all the guys. What a lovely way to wrap up our Parisian whirlwind tour. Above is a statue of an angel baby who looks a lot like one of my granddaughters, complete with bum dimples. You know who you are. Then a water lily from a much larger painting, compliments, Monet. And the last photo from the museum, a frustrated Rodin guy.
To add a little spice to a late evening, we took an ride back to our flat on ‘Paris tuktuk’ - I know, what the heck. It’s basically a golf cart that has leave to whisk through the narrow and life-threatening streets of Paris. Our 45 minute walk became a 15 minute Disneyland like thrill ride.
Tomorrow we are off on the next leg of things - Normandy bound.
In the lineup to get into the Palace, we met some Versailles Penguins, picking up scraps of food. It was a carnival-like atmosphere. Hall of Mirrors. View from Marie Antoinette’s bed chamber.
I think I’m going to start having busts and paintings of myself all over the manor house at home. See how that goes down with the friends and fam. Versailles was pretty spectacular, and nice to know that it’s bringing in some revenue finally after so many decades of decadence draining the coffers dry.
After Versailles, ice cream was required to face the train ride back to Paris.
We found a lovely place for dinner. One of our favourite pastimes.
After dinner we went to the Musée d’Orsay, in a retired train station. It is a remarkable museum, filled with Impressionist and neo Impressionist works of art. It was calm and beautiful. Gaugin, Rodin, Monet, Manet, Mary Cassât - all the guys. What a lovely way to wrap up our Parisian whirlwind tour. Above is a statue of an angel baby who looks a lot like one of my granddaughters, complete with bum dimples. You know who you are. Then a water lily from a much larger painting, compliments, Monet. And the last photo from the museum, a frustrated Rodin guy.
To add a little spice to a late evening, we took an ride back to our flat on ‘Paris tuktuk’ - I know, what the heck. It’s basically a golf cart that has leave to whisk through the narrow and life-threatening streets of Paris. Our 45 minute walk became a 15 minute Disneyland like thrill ride.
Tomorrow we are off on the next leg of things - Normandy bound.
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