Books and Mirrors

When The Gorgeous Blonde asked me if I wanted to spend a night in Versailles I was mostly ambivalent.

Sure.

I have to admit that when she asked me I knew that Versailles as was a thing, I just didn't know a lot about what that thing was. Not coincidentally I read The Black Count and learned a little more about Versailles' place in the history of France. But not really enough for me to get it. I say not coincidentally because once we decided to move to Paris I went down a bit of a Parisian literary rabbit hole.

Anyway, our car arrived and we were driven through Paris to Versailles by a beautiful blue-eyed French woman with a penchant for American Jazz.

When did my life become a fucking novel?

We arrived and suddenly it was the 18th century. Every single member of staff was dressed in period piece, all of the furniture had been restored or replaced with facsimiles, and even the lighting was set to match what one would expect if visiting the King's Court back in the day.

It was fucking cool!

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