Well, here I am, back in France on just such a future trip. The weather was what you might call "severe clear" (not a cloud in the sky), and we'd agreed to devote the day to visiting the palace and grounds. This product of the rayonnement de la France finally made it to the mother ship.
Breakfast at Place St. Michel
The Train to Versailles
Versailles is about half-an-hour outside of Paris, in a suburb of the same name. We rode in the double-decker RER (on the top, of course).
Main Entrance to the Palace
After tumbling out of the train (with all the other passengers), we made our way through the very bourgeois suburb of Versailles toward the palace. The palace sits at the top of a rise, and as we approached I had very much the same feeling I had while ascending the Acropolis in Athens. I suspect that feeling is exactly what Louis XIV wanted: The entire complex is an architectural and artistic effort to coopt the symbolism of classical mythology to reinforce the power of the French monarchy.
Nothing like clean slates and a fresh coat of gold leaf to make you look young again... |
Louis XIV |
These golden gates were part of the original structure in the 1600s and were destroyed in during the Revolution; were restored in 2008. |
1 comment:
I never got there. What a place! Lady
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