Our third day in Paris was our only day trip out of the city – we went to Versailles! The morning started with a stop in a random grocery store for supplies for the picnic lunch we planned to have at Versailles. My brother agonized for ages over how to ask for brie cheese in French, and when he finally worked up the nerve to ask the employees there, they just vaguely waved a hand in the direction of the cheese section. 😒 We found brie cheese in the end, though!
I have literally no clue what these giant posters of X-Men dressed in old-timey costumes were for. I’m still at a loss. What could they possibly be for?? An ad campaign for a fancy dress store which needs to get rid of both their superhero costumes and 16th century garb????
We tried to get our tickets at the ticket machine before giving up and going to talk to a real human being, with whom we could just shout “VERSAILLES S’IL VOUS PLAÎT” and throw some cash at. (JK, we’re not that brash/rude. There was definitely a lot more stuttering involved.)
Our trusty Lonely Planet book, borrowed from the library and bookmarked with tabs made of $1 washi tape from Daiso.
Unfortunately the day we picked to go to Versaille was a day when the gardens, which are normally free to enter, were having some kind of musical event, so we had to pay to get in…
There were fountains dotted about the gardens which played in sync with classical music blasting from speakers concealed in bushes, and I guess that was the musical event I mentioned earlier. It was cool, I guess, but I wish it wasn’t on that day so we could’ve gotten in for free, haha. The gardens are nice enough without it! And FREE!!
And now we are in the palace itself! These little chairs – in a recurring theme of this Paris trip, I have NO IDEA what they could possibly be for. What is their purpose?? I’ve decided it must be for the palace dogs/cats/raccoons/prairie dogs/other animals to nap in, and as such I am requesting that a mysterious benefactor make me two for my cats and deliver them to my residence.
Hall of Mirrors!! Ooooooh aaaaaaaaaaah, except I must say when you see so many fashun bloggers Instagram pictures in this room, you kind of expect it to be, like, really ridiculously shiny and gold and mirror-y. And, well, it was not. It was very cool, yes, but kind of like what I hear people feel when they see the Mona Lisa for the first time and realize it’s a lot smaller than the idea of it is. A hazard of being mythic is that this tends to happen, I suppose.
I must admit that I stared at this green marble table for, like, twenty minutes. I’m not sure why I was quite so enraptured by it, but I was, and when I think about it now I’m torn between sighing happily just knowing it exists and looking wistfully out of a rainy window because I don’t own it.
Versailles closed at 6PMish, and we had a dinner date with an aunt of mine who lives in Paris, so we met her outside the Centre Georges Pompidou. I don’t actually know what I’m supposed to call her – all that second aunt third cousin once removed stuff really confuses me, and I’ve never bothered to sort it out in my head, but in Chinese I call her my aunt, so that’s what I’ll call her here.We ate at a Chinese restaurant, and thankfully that was the only time we ate Chinese food on this whole trip, because, as my brother and I passionately explained to our parents several times, we are in France, damn it! And we are damn well going to stuff ourselves with as much cheese and bread as we can possibly fit in our bellies! And when we return to a house with no French bakery down the street, then – and only then! – will we return to eating rice cooked by Mom. This sounds really dramatic, but we are passionate about food. (Also I want to clarify that we do love Chinese food, too, we just feel like – if we can have the world’s best Chinese food at home made by our mom, then why go to a restaurant in Paris and pay to have subpar Chinese food there?)
That’s it for Day 3, dudes! Only four more days left in this dreamy ass city. 😥