Versaille was beautiful…but I wish it were only Jehan and me there.
I was tired and sore from our adventures at Disney. The day was grey and windy. If I remember correctly I think that I’d chosen to wear a dress (bad idea). Versaille stood golden in all of its glory.
My favorite part was not the hall of mirrors but the long corridor of paintings and busts. Maybe because the freedom and space to move around made things less claustrophobic.
Might visit again in the spring, in order to take the time to see the garden. My body was limping by the end of the day and was not up for the challenge.
Luckily Jehan’s friends Helen and Adrien took us in for our Paris adventures. They were a godsend and I got to meet little Victor.
