Paris part trois

Ok, here are my lovely pics from Versailles. I could've spent a week there! I loved it so much. Some day, I'll go back when it's all pretty like this.


Then I'll frolick, like this.

Except, without the large amounts of blond hair piled on top of my head. Because mine is red.

OK, but that's the future. Here's the recent past.

Hubby in front of the big house. It's so big, it doesn't even fit into the picture.


This is the front gate. We almost walked past it, because I was looking for something like the picture above. But then we realized that a guilded gate had to be Versailles. Cause who else would have one? By the way, I'm having mine installed this spring. No, I'm just kidding. Anyway, for those of you who go, this is where you buy tickets and stuff.



This is a chapel, which is the first thing you see on the tour. My house could easily fit right in there, and there would still be room to worship.


A hallway with statues of the famous French. I didn't make the cut. Probably cause I'm not French. Or famous.


The scale of this "home" is ridiculous.


And look at the detail work. In every room!


Recognize this from the movie? It was Marie Antoinette's bedroom.


Pretty decadent, huh?

I took a picture of this, because I had already used it in my blog. It was pretty exciting to see it in real life. And the one below was in the movie.



The Hall of Mirrors where they signed the Treaty of Versailles ending WWI. I didn't know that even when they signed it, they knew it would lead to war.



This is the view from the Hall of Mirrors. It reminded me of that scene from P&P, so I snapped a pic. It always comes back to Jane Austen, doesn't it?



A bust of Louis XIV, the Sun King as he called himself.

He built Versailles to thumb is nose at the horrible regents and guardians he had while he was young. He came to the throne at the age of 5 and his mother and he were virtually imprisoned at the Louvre (which was then a palace, not a museum) while others reigned in his stead. When he came of age, he started building Versailles. He hated Paris.


Hubby in front of Petit Trianon. It was originally built for Madame de Pompadour, Louis XV's mistress.


Here's the room that captured this moment.


Still, the Petit Trianon.

Hubby and some dishes. Of course, they didn't have anything as de trop as a kitchen, heating up the house. (Look at me and my French words!)

A bedroom at the Petit Trianon.

I have a million (ok, like 20) more pictures, but you get the drift. I can't wait to go back, though I don't know when that'll be. Until then, at least I have Sophia Coppella and her version to keep me company.