in which i wrap up the updates for paris

Because of scheduling conflicts, we didn’t get to go to Versailles until the last full day, which turned out to be rainy. We opted to just tour the palace instead of going around the gardens. It was a little useless to do so in the rain, and in the middle of autumn. Or so I would imagine.

Versailles, now a city, was a province of France in which the royal palace could be found. It is, as you can see, extraordinarily lavish. I can’t imagine living in something that rich or that big. I suppose you can call it impressive, especially when you think about how it might have looked against the milieu of the starving French peasants.

For the record, I am not a fan. It’s a great place to visit, but it doesn’t appeal to me aesthetically, and I guess morally (though the fact that it’s been opened as a “museum” of sorts remedies that). For this reason, I don’t have a lot of pictures of the interiors. On that note, their beds are freakishly small.

I am, however, a fan of these floor tiles, which were by the exit.

We decided to ride back a little bit after lunch, in hopes that we could catch Musée d’Orsay before it closed for the day. We were met by a loooong line of people and a relentless downpour of rain.

(We went inside anyway.)

Technically, you can’t take pictures, but nobody ever said anything.

Look familiar, Whovians?

And that is the last of Paris! We caught a train to Munich, which entailed a transfer of trains at Stuttgart. A transfer to a train that we nearly missed. We literally had to run along the side of the train, which if you know me, might have been a pretty funny sight. In case you were wondering, we made it on the train just fine.