Remember what the dormouse said

As you well know, every day starts with food, and often ends the same way. The desk person again offered me coffee as I was waiting for the breakfast room doors to open. The hotel was now decorated for Christmas.

As we were finishing breakfast someone forgot their bread was in the toaster. Smoke filled the room and the fire detectors went off. As everyone in the breakfast room knew what happened we just continued eating. Unfortunately the other hotel patrons didn’t know and a couple dozen showed up in the lobby, mostly in Maison Astor bathrobes.

The taxi we reserved arrived right on time and drove us the 12 miles to our current hotel in only 45 minutes. Does that tell you anything about Paris traffic? We checked into the hotel at 10:30 and our room was already for us! Being a gold member of the Hilton brand does bring some benefits. We were upgraded to a premium room which is undoubtedly the largest room we had, aside from the suite in Sorrento.

We went to the room and accepted our luggage from the bellman, then went our in search of our first meal in Versailles, Creperie du Marche.

We walked through the local street market on the way to meet our tour guide. They have everything from the garden on sale and more.

I couldn’t resist taking a picture of this little carousel. Grace and Vivian love to ride them.

We turned the corner and had our first glimpse of the palace of Versailles. As we walked up the very uneven cobble stone type walk the palace grew and became even more spectacular

If the outside if the Versailles Palace is amazing, the inside is spectacular. Interesting fact: Louis XIV built the palace and Louis XV expanded it. XV was the great grandson of XIV. The elder Louis outlived his son, grandson and one of his great grandsons.

Speaking of Marie Antoinette, she had her own set of rooms. The french people and aristocracy hated Marie as she was Austrian and they were enemies of France. Politics make strange bedfellows, doesn’t it?

Marie Antoinette redecorated her suite of rooms while the French commoners were starving. Probably not the best move. Plus they hated her as a Austrian. The bottom right photo shows Marie, with two daughters and her son (who dies of typhoid before the revolution) and a basket memorializing her other daughter who died. Only one survived and she spent years in prison. Marie was trying to depict herself as a mother and not the heartless queen. Didn’t work.

Let’s move into the Hall of Mirrors.

It’s hard to believe that 70% of the mirrors are original. It’s even harder to believe that the mirrors were hand blown flattened, and coated with mercury (Hg to us chemists.) Knowing that, it’s not hard to believe the glass blowers had very short lives (about 10 years of productivity.)

After the wonderful tour and lecture on this part of French history we walked back to our hotel for some wine and a light snack.

That’s the end of today’s pictures and the end of today.