On Thursday, I played hooky (again) so that Katie and I could go to Versailles. It's impressive, as it's meant to be. They did a humongous restoration of the Hall of Mirrors, but it did not do much to improve the quality of the glass. But blurry or not, that's us, with our cameras and audioguides in full tourist mode.
After finishing up at the Château, Katie wanted to go out to the Grand and Petit Trianons. Since it was ass-cold outside, I suggested we take the little train and save ourselves the half-hour walk. But no, Katie says, you're lazy, let's walk. So we walk, but by the time we get there, noses numb, they've just closed, giving us the treat of a half-hour walk back. On that walk, I hurt my foot and it starts to rain heavily. Katie, being a smart girl, stayed about ten paces in front of me the entire time in order to stay out of bludgeoning range.
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