For my writings about Paris, please refer to “A Letter to Paris.”
For now, enjoy my visual insight into the city of light and love.
A photo story from The Palace of Versailles, France
Eight hours may seem like a long time when you’re studying or churning out gold bills, but the seconds slip through your fingers like grains of sand when you’re exploring the seemingly-endless gardens of the Palace of Versailles.
The first glimpse into this world of overwhelming wealth, luxury and unmerited grandeur is a snaking line of tourists pressing against gold gates. Once inside, it’s clear that the Sun God’s palace boasts his extreme prowess in the art of ‘being rich’ with 17th century artwork smothering over 700 rooms. Understandably, 700 rooms was still a little crowded for the French royalty, as the King’s Austrian wife, Marie Antoinette, was presented with her own estate behind the 20 acres of trimmed gardens. Anyone still unsure why the French revolted?
From the famed Hall of Mirrors to the Queen’s Hamlet and the Grand Trianon, every turn of a polished corner was a marvel that filled me with happiness. Writers string words together to elucidate the inexpressible all the time, tugging metaphors out of still water in a futile attempt at solidifying a fluid beauty, but I’m yet to stumble across a phrase capable of encompassing Versailles.
So, here are some moments in time instead. Continue reading “A Visit to Versailles”
Je t’aime, ma chérie!
Every second spent in your city was la vie en rose. The world around me was presented through rose-coloured glasses, every passing moment tinged with a little bit of magic. Continue reading “A Letter to Paris”