Gah! Things have conspired to keep me from journaling my trip to Paris! Zoe's had an edema problem in her cancerous leg. She's fine. The leg weighs about fifteen pounds, though. I wish I were being hyperbolic. *sigh* Poor baby. She's happy and still chases the ball every morning. She's my hero these days.
Back to our regularly scheduled blog post.
We got directions from our concierge. We'd never travelled the RER. Funny. It's not like the regular Metro. There are monitors to tell you which train to take, but all of them go to different destinations. Long story short, we got on the wrong train. Humph. But fortunately, we found a couple from Brazil who spoke english, headed to Versailles as well!
Our saviours, Raphael and Mariana!
They got us to our destination. Well, after having to ask several other travellers. Really. How many foreigners does it take to navigate the RER? Yeah. Four. It takes four.
It took a whie to get in, as do all the great sites of Paris at Christmas. We got in the queue with the other tourists. In the rain. And trudged forward, delighting in the beautiful ironwork, statues and facade of Versailles.
You know, everywhere we went in Paris, we heard a rustling of
"Bacon et Oeufs!" all around us. Heeee.
IT took a while to get to the front gates to pass through the doors...
And finally, we were in! And oh, was it glorious.
Really. I'm going to have our entry remodeled like this. Too much?
And that's when we were told we couldn't use flash. Hud was unfamiiar with my little camera. It took him a bit to figure out how to get the flash off. Don't ask me. I know it's my camera. But I have a shake in my hand from nerve damage so I keep it on this one setting that captures natural light and does a flash. So we don't have any more from the interior. Oops. Pretend it's the Reign of Terror, we've come to Versailes, but it's already been looted by the rabble. Quelle dommage!
But Hud figured it out by the time we got to the Trianons, so you'll just have to wait. Marie Antoinette and Louis had some nice digs.