Anyways, I didn't want to go by myself so I asked my sister, Martha Stewart, if she would go with me. Then her husband said, "Hey, I want to go too." So he did. We will call him Desperado. Why? That's the song he always sang back then. It just makes me giggle.
So, April of 1997 I was headed to France to make my dream come true. Even the flight over was incredible. When we got there it was like Dorothy landing in Oz. Everything was so french. I was in heaven.
|Martha and I arriving in France|
|Do I look happy or what?|
An excerpt from my journal:
Arrived in Paris at 8:35 am Thursday morning. Took the metro to our hotel and left our luggage there. We went to the train station and headed out to Versailles. Versailles was closed, but there were crowds of people walking around the grounds. Everything was much bigger than I expected. We walked around the grounds, which were beautiful. There were 3 chateaux there. The main one and two smaller ones.
|Martha striking a pose.|
|The back of Versailles|
The Hameau, where Marie-Antoinette used to play peasant, was lovely. It looked like a perfect little peasant village with houses, gardens, and even a large pond in the center. This was outside of the smallest chateau where she liked to stay.
|Desperado in front of Marie's little pretend village.|
After that we went back to our hotel and collapsed.