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The Gate to Versailles |
September 20th:

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Marie-Antoinette's Bedroom |
We grabbed our bags, and were off. We took the metro to a nearby train station, and took a 30 minute train to the outskirts of Paris. For someone who has never been very good with navigation (thank you Mom) I must say that Dee and I did an almost flawless job—with the help of some people who spoke un peu anglais. Next we hopped on a bus that seemed to take an eternity. We both kept drifting off, having no idea how far away we were. Apparently it was Dee’s turn to ask for help (we alternate) so she asked the bus driver if we were close. His was response was, “look ahead”. There it was. The morning was cool, but sunny, which made the gold almost blinding.
Going up the walkway, we saw the line, which snaked back and forth several times. I offered to go get the tickets, as Dee waited in the line. Luckily, it went very quickly and by the time I was back with the tickets Dee was almost to the front. I say luckily because of the extremely annoying people standing behind us. Apparently they had tried to cut the entire line, and fortunately (for them), they had not tried to cut Dee—that wouldn’t have been good. After making our way through airport style security—there we were again. The snobs behind us kept literally pushing us to get by, but seeing how Dee and I are both too competitive, we would not let that happen.
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Me and Dee in the Hall of Mirrors |
We spent the next hour trying to enjoy royal rooms FILLED with tourists, cameras, and more tourists. As beautiful as the painted ceilings, and furnishings of Marie-Antionette’s bedroom were, it was hard to enjoy because we could barely get passed the thousands of people trying to take a picture of every doorknob, window, and corner of the palace. We took it all in (quickly), and made our way to the Hall of Mirrors. The reflection of people taking selfies was disturbing, but somehow we were able to enjoy it. We were definitely ready to be outside after an hour.
The tourist packed Hall of Mirrors |
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Lunch under the Eiffel Tower |

When we reached the second floor, which was still a little too high for me (got that from you, Dad), the clouds began to roll in. We got a few pictures in, and then watched as the clouds moved closer and closer. Sheets of rain poured from the sky, but we were determined to go to the top of the tower. We waited in yet another line for the elevator to the top. Dee was literally squeezing cups of water from her skirt, and I had chosen to wear see-through-when-wet shorts, we were quite a sight. We were freezing, but it was worth it. When we finally reached the top, we walked around, took a few pictures, and took the elevator down to the bottom. Walking back was not an option, considering we were frozen to the bone, so we hopped in a cab.
Dee and I on top of the Eiffel Tower |
After picking up the same thing for dinner that we had for lunch and grabbing some wine (Chilean—classy, right?), we made our way to the hostel. Tonight we had decided we would go out, so we showered, and slowly got ready while munching on our picnic, sipping our wine, and listening to obnoxious music. We had an incredible time dancing the night away and we definitely made the best of our night out in Paris.
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