6/27
It’s good to be king, that is, until they chop your head off. June 27. Happy anniversary, Ilana! 20 years. Where’d they go?
It was Versailles day. We shopped for breakfast and lunch food and then we got on the train headed to Versailles.
Versailles was crowded as expected and crazy hot. Even though we had our tickets, we queued for about an hour under the blazing sun. Finally we got in and we explored the palace, room to room, with our audio guides explaining every detail. The hall of mirrors was glorious and the ceiling paintings were pretty awesome. The gilded everything was pretty darn rococo for me. I liked the king’s bedroom; Marina liked the Queen’s bedroom; Benji like the war room; and Ilana liked taking pictures of everything.
After touring the palace, we strolled in the gardens. Actually we raced from shade to shade, eventually trying to watercolor paint. Lunch was the amazing smoked salmon sandwiches that we bought in the morning at our local bakery – delicious!
From Versailles we took the train to the Musee D’Orsey, the impressionist museum. We were all quite impressed with the layout of the museum, much simpler than the Louvre, and the gorgeous collection of paintings by Monet, Manet, Renoir, Van Gogh, Degas, Seraut, etc. Monet, of course, stole the show. My favorite was the brooding London painting with his Lily Pond as a close second. Benji chooses van Goghs self-portrait; Ilana was the Dance at the Mulan by Renoir; And Marina refuses to answer.
We jumped a metro and zipped over to the Notre Dame neighborhood for our usual donor faire: meat, tzaziki, pita and fries. Benji and Marina are still confused about what is french food I told them that the fries are french.
It’s good to be king, that is, until they chop your head off. June 27. Happy anniversary, Ilana! 20 years. Where’d they go?It was Versailles day. We shopped for breakfast and lunch food and then we got on the train headed to Versailles.
Versailles was crowded as expected and crazy hot. Even though we had our tickets, we queued for about an hour under the blazing sun. Finally we got in and we explored the palace, room to room, with our audio guides explaining every detail. The hall of mirrors was glorious and the ceiling paintings were pretty awesome. The gilded everything was pretty darn rococo for me. I liked the king’s bedroom; Marina liked the Queen’s bedroom; Benji like the war room; and Ilana liked taking pictures of everything.
After touring the palace, we strolled in the gardens. Actually we raced from shade to shade, eventually trying to watercolor paint. Lunch was the amazing smoked salmon sandwiches that we bought in the morning at our local bakery – delicious!
From Versailles we took the train to the Musee D’Orsey, the impressionist museum. We were all quite impressed with the layout of the museum, much simpler than the Louvre, and the gorgeous collection of paintings by Monet, Manet, Renoir, Van Gogh, Degas, Seraut, etc. Monet, of course, stole the show. My favorite was the brooding London painting with his Lily Pond as a close second. Benji chooses van Goghs self-portrait; Ilana was the Dance at the Mulan by Renoir; And Marina refuses to answer.
We jumped a metro and zipped over to the Notre Dame neighborhood for our usual donor faire: meat, tzaziki, pita and fries. Benji and Marina are still confused about what is french food I told them that the fries are french.
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