I woke up very very early (which wasn't surprising; my body tends to wake up after eight hours of sleep) and had a wee little cry at Paul over the internets.
I think I'm PMSing. Beware, all ye, who dare touch the Rosemart today.
Anyway. Yesterday. Versailles.
(This entry is going to be short. My parents have just gone down for breakfast, so I only have that long.)
Versailles was where Marie Antoinette and her dude was. They built this fancy-pants palace, while their people starved, which could very well be why they don't have heads anymore.
EVERYTHING was covered in gold.
But more on that later.
There were a LOT of people heading in to Versailles. Ye gods. My temper was short just going in.
Have I mentioned I don't like to be jostled? (I hate Stampede, too.)
But my feelings aside, let's get to some pictures. This is going to be a picture heavy post.
Here is the ceiling of the chapel:
And here is the King's bedchamber:
The hall of mirrors:
(The hall of mirrors was WAY too crowded and I may have almost strangled a poor Spanish tour guide.)
(In my defense, she was REALLY annoying.)
(REALLY. Annoying.)
Backside of Versailles, looking out on the gardens:
Marie Antoinette's bedroom:
(I'm not entirely sure who the lady is. Perhaps Josephine? All the signs were in French, and my French is rather spotty.)
Sitting room:
(Most stylish decor in the whole place!)
The tables have little numbered drawers for the Princesses to put away their sewing in.
And yes. The whole room was done in this yellow, and this picture doesn't really do it justice.
M
alachite bowl! WTFOMGBBQ!!Yes. This whole bowl is made out of a chunk of malachite.
It was probably three or four feet across.
It was in the aptly named 'Malachite Room'. There were a number of other decorations (large ones, too) made out of malachite, but this was by far the most impressive.
I can't imagine what you'd do with something like this.
Personally, I'd fill it with fruit, and then hide a baby in it (maybe Georgina?) and wait for mom to discover her. :D
No?
Not a good idea?
Party pooper.
Here is one of the 'country farm buildings' which Marie Antoinette liked to go play country girl at. There were six or eight buildings, plus animals. Also a mill and something that looked like a lighthouse.
You couldn't go in them. (Boo.)
They were very quaint, though. Adorable and miniature.
Last but not least we see--
SHIT.
SHIT!
PISS OFF, LADY FRANCE!
I TOLD YOU I DON'T WANT YOUR STINKING LAURELS!
WHY DO YOU KEEP FOLLOWING ME!!
SHOO!
GET OUT OF HERE, OR I'M CALLING THE COPS!
Damned Lady France. Doesn't take a hint.
Anyway. Last but not least, we see Mr. Cupid here, in the covered gazebo of love.
"So I gave that bitch a penis. Bitches love penises."
No, seriously.
Look at what he's holding in his hand.
Then notice his penis is broken off.
COINCIDENCE?
I think not.
(And I'm not gonna listen to all you naysayers who say that's a broken up bow in his hand. Youse all cray-cray.)
Anyway. That's enough for today. I'm going to go do other stuff now.
Rock on, peeps.
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