Skip to main content

Paris - Day 6

Today is our last full day in Paris.  SOB!  And we are visiting that place famous in history for so many reasons - Versailles.  Testament to the power (and ego) of Louis XIV - the Sun King.  Did you know that he became king at the age of 4 and ruled France for 72 years?  Did you know that he outlived his son and his grandson and was followed on the throne by his great-grandson (who was only 5 at the time)?  Well, I didn't.  During his reign, France was indeed a most powerful country and his patronage of the arts brought him much glory.  French theater and literature flourished under his protection.  Painting, music, architecture all gained prominence.   And he converted the hunting lodge at Versailles into a magnificent palace that would become the royal court of France in 1682.  At one time, the palace alone housed 14,000 people.  That's a town!

We took a train trip to Versailles - about 30 minutes outside of Paris.  The day was like most of our days had been, lightly overcast in the morning with sun breaking out and covering us most of the time.  We stepped out on to the streets of Versailles and began to walk to the Palace.  It's a rather ordinary looking street with fast food places (including McDonald's), souvenir shops, and Starbucks. 
The we turned right and started up a rather long parkway.  As if just for our pleasure, at the moment the Chateau was in sight, the sun broke through the clouds and we were dazzled by this grand sight.  It must have been a similar experience for those who approached the court in Louis' day.

That's gold on the roof.  22 carat leaf.  It's been undergoing renovation for a few years now.  Paid for by corporate sponsorship.   Here's a little detail that shows it better.

 As we got closer, I could see these magnificent gates in the front.  These are recent to Versailles - again corporate sponsorship making this possible.  They are based on the original gates that Louis XIV had during his reign.  Only the royal family was allowed through these gates.  There were others for the court and the general public.  Even in Louis' day, Versailles was a tourist spot and you could rent the proper attire to enter for a day of rest in the gardens and the public rooms of the Chateau. 
We met up with our guide Vincent (I'd follow him anywhere) and got our history lesson.  The Chateau has separate entrances for groups and public, I recommend getting a group tour.  And they control how many groups are allowed in at a time.  So it's still crowded, but not as bad as the Louvre.  Beware of pickpockets here, especially in some of the smaller more popular rooms.

We had to wait a little because a group in front of us was a little late for their appointed time and delayed things for everyone.  This made Vincent very unhappy. :-(

But at last we got inside.  It's hard to explain what the Chateau is like.  I've never seen anything like it and I certainly can't imagine living here.  It's certainly a testament to the glory of France and of Louis.  We only saw a very few of the rooms, including the famous hall of mirrors which is where the Treaty of Versailles was signed after WWI.  Many of them are still undergoing restoration.  As corporate sponsorship comes forward, then restoration can occur.   The Chateau is priceless and a jewel in the crown of France.

After we went through the chateau, (and the gift shop of course) Bridgete and I decided to stay and see the gardens and the Petit Trianon, originally built as a home for Louis' XV mistresses, it was given to Marie Antoinette by her husband Louis' XVI for her enjoyment.  We walked along the reflecting pool, with would look familiar to any visitor to Washington DC, and continued to stroll along tree lined paths to the Queen's little escape. 

A charming little place, I think I could live here.  :-)

We returned to Paris and as we walked toward our hotel, a little rain began to fall.  Paris weeps for us!!  Our final dinner - a lovely salad of carrots and shrimp, beef with potatoes dauphinoise, a cote du rhone, and one more little apple tart.  It's been a lovely trip and it is over far too soon. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A Good Man

Roger M Watt - April 8, 1914 - March 27, 1981 My father was a good man.  He was born in Oklahoma 98 years ago today.  He grew up during the First World War and the economic boom of the 20s.  When the bust happened, he moved to Los Angeles with his family.  In 1934, he met my mother at a Halloween Party.  He was 20, she was 15, and he was in love for life.  The raven haired, dark eyed beauty won his heart and his devotion. When my mother became bedridden with tuberculosis, he visited her every day, bringing her books from the library and news of the world.  They married on Father's Day in 1939.  During the final years of the Second World War, my father was drafted into military service and left my mother with her parents - pregnant with their third child and my brother Jim and sister Judie.  He contracted malaria in the Philippines and spent most of his service in a hospital in Hawaii.  On March 27, 1946 my parents and their three chi...

New Beginnings - or is it starting over?

Almost immediately after I posted my last blog, my car broke down again.  I stepped on the clutch pedal and "SNAP", just like the last time.  Only this time, the pedal did not come back up.  It was stuck to the floor and I was unable to shift at all.  Fortunately, it happened right outside my apartment and the repair shop is at the gas station across the street.  So I pushed it in and called them the next day to tell them what happened. They called me a little later to tell me that this time was the clutch cable and not anything that they fixed in January.  So it wasn't covered by warranty and I would now have to pay another 130.00. I set the thought aside because I was leaving for a weekend trip with friends to attend the wedding of two other friends.  Lori and BC have been together for a couple of years.  And they are so perfect together.  I knew Lori only briefly before she started dating BC, so I had nothing to compare it too.  But ...

It just sucks...

You want to know what the worst part about moderate to severe depression? (using the clinical diagnosis here) It's knowing when those waves hit you that there is something or someone out there that you let get to you. In my case, it's usually a combination of things. I've got multiple projects coming to deadline at work - stress. I'm not sleeping very well because of allergies. I'm not eating like I should be. I'm getting my exercise - walking, yoga - which is a positive because that's usually the first thing to go. And so I'm vulnerable to those triggers and I know it. I avoid mr. ring on his finger 'cause that will just send me over the edge. But I can't keep him from coming onto my floor and sitting down at the cubicle next to me and talking to someone else. So I put on the headphones and hit play on Itunes and what do I get....love songs. Crap. And even he wouldn't get to me if the really big trigger hadn't been flipped jus...