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Published: April 16th 2010
Waiting in line
This is the line for people that already has tickets.
Today Melinda’s feet were killing her, and we had no idea how we’re going to make the tour of the Château of Versailles. Melinda decided not to wear her hiking boots and opts for the only other shoes she packed for leg two of our trip. Flat boots with soft bendable soles. It sounded like a good idea at the time.
The Château is unbelievable! We purchased tickets over the internet before leaving South Africa and even in this shorter queue it took us 45min to get into the palace. Every nook and cranny is decorated to the teeth! It’s hard to comprehend how rich the rich were in those times and unthinkable that just outside the golden gated the rest op the French died from hunger. The rooms are hung with enormous paintings and even the cealing has huge murals of Gods and Goddesses. All the children are painted with wings and they look like angels.
We used the audio guide to explain all the rooms and décor. We learn a lot that we didn’t know, for instance that the queen had to give birth in front of anyone that wanted
to be there as this was a public event. They had no privacy and we know that we’d go insane if I we had to live like they lived.
After our tour of the main building and the building the Dauphin lived in, we do a tour of the gardens. The size of the grounds is huge and the gardens beautiful and peaceful. We went to the “Grand Ball Room” and Melinda sat down to rest her feet. All of a sudden its whistles and a security guard ran to where she sat! Apparently you are not allowed to sit anywhere!
We decide to have lunch in the garden café / restaurant but it takes 15 minutes before the waiter said he will be right with us, and after about another 15 minutes, we decide to just buy take away sandwiches. Leon’s food was great but Melinda’s had rotten salad greens and she only noticed after she already at half of it! By now her feet is also throbbing, burning and basically useless. We walked a lot and the cobblestones are not helping at all! The best thing would have been to just go back to Paris but
we’re here and Leon wants to see Marie Antoinette’s private rooms. We walk along the garden to the Grand Trianon and then the Petite Trianon. The garden is worth the walk. But Melinda is falling behind, and Leon has to slow down so she could keep up. By this time her feet felt like its bleeding and blistered. We took a short cut to the exit, and on our way we come across the most beautiful fountains and 18the century music is blasting from the speakers! The mists from the fountains are refreshing and we both feel much better!
It’s a bank holiday and everywhere in the public garden the children are playing and riding their bikes. The grown-ups are lounging in the shade and reading books, while others are rowing small boats on the huge man made dam / water feature. Everywhere people are walking their dogs. It was time for us to go but we liked it here and Leon specially enjoyed it. Maybe if Melinda’s feet weren’t on fire it would have been more enjoyable for her too, but I must admit, it’s beautiful.
We took the train back to Paris and got off at
Versailles dance hall
With a lavish huge organ
a station right in front of the Notre Dame Cathedral. We’re lucky that it’s a public holiday, as the Notre Dame is open later than usually and entrance is free. The building is magnificent; it’s unbelievable how much detail goes into these buildings. The ambience of the place is exceptional with candles everywhere and the organ playing in the back round. We have to admit thou, we had a good laugh when one of the younger priests, was swinging the incense to get it to properly lights and make more smoke, when he got carried away and swung it in full circles, to the entertainment of all the onlookers, short lived was the fun when one of the older grumpier priest whispered a few stern words to the young man and he relaxed his swing back to a slow rock from side to side. Guess we’ve all got a little devil in us.
By the time we got back to the room Melinda could finally take her shoes off. She had a huge blister on the bottom of her heal and it was filled with liquid because she’s been walking on it all day, she also have to large
blister between 3 of her toes and after washing her tire feel Leon rubbed some cream on then and blew some air on hem to make the burning and throbbing stop. We decide to take a nap as we only have one night left in Paris!
After our short nap, we got dressed and decided to go see the most spectacular and romantic sight in Paris, the Eiffel Tower and night! We couldn’t believe our eyes when we walked around the corner at the Palais de Chaillot. The view of the tower from the Palais de Chaillot is breath taking! We just couldn’t take enough pictures! The best part was when the clock struck midnight and the tower came to life as a shower of silver lights flooded the golden tower. It looked like the sparkles Melinda always buys for new years! Only much bigger and brighter! We tried to experience the moment to its fullest and make this an unforgettable memory. We sincerely hope all our friends and loved ones can experience this at least once in their life time.
We headed home with a knowing that we now experienced the true feel of Paris. The people
are friendly and helpful and Paris is enchanting. We want to come back to Paris and spend at least another week.
We will forever cherish this one night in Paris.
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