Saturday 20 February 2010

Day two: Versailles.


























Tuesday was the first full day of our trip and it required yet another early wake up call. On the coach by 7.45am was not very pleasant but i was really excited about going to the home of Marie Antoinette as i have seen the Sofia Coppola interpretation of events, in which Kirsten Dunst plays the protagonist, about a million times. Slight exaggeration there but i really do love that film.

So off we went, and to my delight we watched the film on our travels, i think i was about one of five people that was actually awake but never mind. It took us a ridiculously long time to get there because of traffic and i was getting a bit sicky, naturally, toward the end. But as soon as we arrived i was filled with glee to set foot in a place Kirsten had previously graced....Jokes. I was just excited to be getting a taste of history, i wouldn't call myself a history enthusiast or anything but certain periods of time and the culture of the people living then really interest me. I could literally see the revolution happening before my eyes (in my head) ha!
The palace was truly beautiful, there was so much detail in the decor and it all seemed so ornate i almost felt like all us tourists were intruding on something that should just be left be. But that would be depriving the World of something beautiful and i suppose their is no point in that. I particularly liked the gardens which was just a huge maze with fountains placed here there and everywhere, i can only imagine how amazing it would look in the summer time.
Once we had looked around the palace, we headed off into the town which was filled with quaint cafes and restaurants. We decided on a little bakery turned cafe which smelt devine and gorged on toasties, omelette's, teas and tarts. We were not only impressed by the food but also by the clientele, with most of our time being spent admiring a very handsome gentlemen whist trying to determine his nationality/job/personalty/status. We should really get lives of our own. He was definitely French though.....and most certainly giving me the eye.

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