There isn't much to say except... I love Versailles. I always have a strange familiar feeling when I am there. It's
like I am returning to a part of myself. I spent a very warm summers day wondering and picnicking in
the gardens, laying in the grass and sun, looking closely at all the doors (i'm weirdly obsessed with the hardware, locks and
doors there), being ushered with the crowds through each room, breathing in the warm musty smell of the
wooden floors (love), catching my breath in the Hall of Mirrors, and being wide-eyed at how breathtaking it all is.