698. Wish you were there yesterday: A magical day at Versailles.

Steps leading to yonder and to a day of beautiful fun.



Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream!
Merrily, merrily, merrily!
Life is but a dream...


...especially at beautiful Versailles on the Grand Canal!


I know how to pick them:

The tree under which I napped.



The view from my nap.


This photo, just because views from a rowboat are nice.



Givin' me a high-five.

What's this? Rain? Even the statues were indignant about the late afternoon rain:



The camera-shy third son is hiding behind his mother.


I resisted my full-steam-ahead-! urge.


Grand Canal at Versailles.


This statue must have done something really, really bad.


Bosquet de la Colonnade, Versailles


Life grows on.


Benches tall enough for leg swinging! What a glorious day!

And because I couldn't neglect my very important work:




Overstated in translation: The sign says it is "strictly forbidden" to climb on the partition.

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Well, that was weird. Just now, the phone in my flat rang, and I answered it expecting it to be a French or Italian speaker:

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

"Bonjour...?" (giggle)

"Bonjour... "(laugh)

"C'est Ja..." The other speaker starts to speak so I stop in the middle of saying my name.

"C'est Ja..."

"Hey!" (laughter)

"Hey!" (laughter)

What a strange experience... it was me! A funky phone glitch, I guess. I'm used to talking to myself, but this is the first time I spoke to myself on the phone. I wonder if this is one of those signposts of a deepening friendship. How sweet of me to call. I hope I call again soon.