Prior to the current sudden invasion of tourists (spending Christmas and New Year in a hotel is popular. Who knew?), we went to Versailles, which was both good and bad; the good came from the fact that, due to it being the weekend before Christmas, it was essentially empty, while the bad came from the fact that the arguably-primary draw is the garden, which obviously wasn’t in bloom, given the time of year.
Fewer words, more pictures:
An RER C train. An establishing shot, if you will.
No real comment needed.
The chateau exterior, as seen from the courtyard.
The gardens, as seen from the rear of the chateau.
The rear of the chateau, as seen from the garden adjacent to the Grand Canal.
The queen’s hamlet (her own personal pastoral disneyland).
What farm would be complete without pigeons?
A nasty shit-producing machine.
Huge roosters.
Guineas motoring around (it’s what guineas do).
Goat.
A strange twisty-horned sheep.
Donkey!
Fezzik sheep.
Sheep in a field.
A nice ceiling.
A random aesthetically-pleasing painting.
The king’s bedroom.
The queen’s bedroom.
Fuckin’ Laplace.
Courtyard view towards the street.
Fezzik In Paris 