I Will Take Versailles, With a Little A.C.

  I could just post some pictures, and that would tell the story of my visit to Versailles. Its just not my style, I need to find a few adjectives to explain my journey.
  I have to begin with the line to get into the compound. It was four or five long, winding rows of miserable people trying to get a glimpse of what? The gold, the staircases, the beds and murals, the history oozing off the walls?  Who were these people, housed in this glorious prison, that they called home.
 Finally we were inside, with no flowing air. It was a not a hot day, yet I could not breathe. Many people sucked up most of the air, but honestly there were no windows. Two long doors in each room that opened to the beautiful gardens, closed. I looked at Bill, with a brow that would scare you, why the hell do they have the doors/windows whatever they call them closed??? Did people live like this, there are no fans even, and they had to wear all of those clothes. This is what happens in my mind, when I visit historical sites, I freak. Where are the bathrooms, you mean to tell me, that they had to walk up and down these HUGE staircases to go to the bathroom????Just thinking out loud.....Bill said they had people.....???
We wander from room to room, the artwork is grand, the fabric on the walls breathtaking, and then there is a bed in the center of the room, the size of a twin bed and nothing else. A few chairs for people ( Yes they had people) to watch you sleep, eat and god only knows what else. Nothing is comfortable, it is marble and hard, and ornate. Yet, over the top, fantastic. The chandeliers are worth the wait in line, the hall of mirrors, I understood. Anything that would reflect sunlight, had to help these people. I do appreciate having your church built into your home, very easy to get to Sunday School!
  After, forever, someone started to open the doors, and a nice breeze came rushing in. My fainting spell eased up, and I thought, OK maybe I could spend the night here?
  We ended the tour in the gardens, that are endless. They had a little train, and golf carts to get you around on, how did they do it back in the days?? These questions haunt me. I promise you that Marie Antoinette never made it down those stairs, and walking to the end of those gardens. A carriage, horses? She even had another house way out in the fields, because she was to too tired, to skip all the way back to the castle. Plus her husband was not very good in bed. ( I did my research!)
 Very fascinating period of time, and worth exploring , even if its only a book.The French Revolution is wonderful history to read.
  I left there, downloading on my kindle, several books, to help me understand what I had just seen.
  I often think we are starving for knowledge, and I had just been to the banquet!!
  Versailles, so evident the art of pleasing and the failure of a doomed monarchy.
  If they had only some air conditioners, and a little less white powder in their hair.