After our wonderful lunch, the rain still driving down, we got into the Mercedes van and toured the Grand Trianon palace. It was Napoleon's headquarters as well. The furnishings were a continuing delight...
As were the chandeliers...
The bed chamber of a King...and an Emperor...
The Emperor's map table...
One of many parlours...
Napoleon's desk...
Then off to the Petite Trianon, the preserve of Marie Antoinette...
Herself...
The music room...
One of many very nice chairs...
Marie Antoinette's china...
At her personal Austrian farm direct descendants of her personal flock of sheep...
Where she would make court ladies wear plain white dresses and work the farm...
The end of a long, wet, cold day full of comradeship and very interesting sights. A trip to Versailles is not to be missed during any Parisian adventure. A fine road trip indeed. Upon my return to Paris, I was ready for a hot shower, a change of clothes, and some hearty cuisine. I discovered just the thing. Burgundian hospitality...
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The first time I went to Versailles I must have been around 9 years old. We spent a day walking the halls and gardens with my grandmother acting as tour guide. It left a lasting impression.
The last time I went I was in my late 20s (that's 20 years ago) and wanted to show the palace to my new wife. We arrived in Versailles during pledge week at the local university. We were stuck in terrible traffic as naked tared and feathered pledges ran around our car. After too much traffic, a quick lunch stop where we were charged $20 for a 5 inch frozen pizza and $5 for each of our our Oranginas, we decided the palace could wait until another day. We drove by the front gates then headed out to the calmer, greener Normandy, and the magic of Mont Saint-Michel.
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