There’s really not much to say about Versailles except that it is ridiculous. Ridiculous. I mean really, Louis? Really? Sheer, over-the-top opulence. Fun for me, sucky for the common people of France who were forced into poverty to pay for this:
Once Heather and I cleared the main Chateau, we roamed the extensive grounds – including Louis’ personal canal. Yes, he couldn’t be bothered to travel to Venice, so he built his own canal and shipped gondolas and the requisite gondoliers. The grounds are so extensive that you have to take a train or rent a bike or golf cart to see everything.
When life at the Chateau became too much for poor Louis, he decided to build himself a series of ‘smaller’ palaces to escape the pressures of being king and an adulterer (Yup, Antoinette got her own mini-palace-retreat, too.)
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| Grand Trianon |
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| Louis Takes Up Botany |
Her classic response? “Yeah, but there’s no job security in that.”
Drenched in heat and done with all of Louis’ mini-palaces, we were ready to start the long walk back to the Chateau (20 minutes) and then the train station (15 minutes). We needed to get out of the sun and Marie Antoinette’s hamlet seemed like too far of a walk. But we rallied nonetheless, and OMG, Best. Decision. Ever.
So Ms. Let-Them-Eat-Cake decided that she really wanted to live the peasant life (without all of the hard work). What’s a girl to do? Commission your own Normandic Village, of course.
SHP: “OMG, she created her own Thomas Kinkade village!”
HRK: “No wonder they took that b*tch's head off.”
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