This past week, my mom and sister were here visiting. It was really nice, and we did SO much. Museums up the wazoo. Mum gets like that - when she has a plan to do stuff, she does it. I'm very proud of them. It was really intense for me especially, though, because I was being a tourist with them, as well as their tour guide and translator, plus continuing to be a student, and hopefully enjoy it all too. Hence the title of this post - I was ready to fall into bed at every moment.
My favorite part of their trip , stuff-wise (as in, having them here was the best part) was Tuesday, when we went to Versailles for the day. It also just happened to be the only day I have seen in Paris yet that didn't have a cloud in the sky. Not. One. Single. Cloud. Not even a wisp. Just a clear blue as far as the eye can see.
The chateau of Versailles is ridiculous. Absolutely nuts. Each room was worth approximately four hundred gajillion dollars (you don't even want to know what that is in Euros). Even the simplest room that we walked through had a mural on the ceiling. There was one room with velvet walls!! All the beds that we saw (and there were WAY more fancy beds than there had been fancy people living there) were ostentatiously ornate, three or four feet high mattresses with huge canopies and feathery plumes at the corners. Also, gold was everywhere. Everything was gilded. No wonder the people hated them - they were starving while Marie Antoinette and her elite posse decided to have yet another portrait taken of them to put in the new room that they had just built. Who doesn't need a seventh study in the East Wing of a chateau?
Other than that, Sainte Chapelle was unnecessarily closed every day, Mom's French started coming back, and Bertillon's (ice cream) was as heavenly as ever.
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