I need to marry a king who will build me a hamlet...

Today me and David went to Versailles. We bought the tickets to tour all of the building on the grounds which was totally worth it.

We started out taking a train to the town of Versailles which was relaxing and a nice way to start the day. Then we found a patessirie and bought pain au chocolat (croissants with chocolate on the inside) and I got a Croque-Monsieur which is kind of like grilled ham and cheese sandwich. After a good breakfast we headed to the palace.

Well, the French kings of old certainly knew how to live. The building was as huge and ornate as one could possibly imagine. It is said that there is not one room in the place that has not been redecorated and it shows. Every wall is detailed, furniture strategically placed, and every room lined up to maximize exhaulting the king. Sweet.

We then took the mini-train to the domain of Marie-Antoinette. She may be the biggest bitch in the history of the world, but I still wouldn't mind being her. She had her own little mini-palace where she could have parties and hang out with her friends. But that wasn't enough. King Louis built her her own hamlet where she could pretend to be anything. A farmer, a mill-worker, a quaint village person, or the ruler of her own little city. Must be niceeeeeeeeee...right up until they chop your head off...

From there we went to the Grand Trianon which was basically just an extension of the palace but is situated right on the Grand Canal. We hung out in the gardens for a while as it was a gorgeous day today. Then we hopped back on the mini-train and went to the head of the Grand Canal. Apparently King Louis used to stage battles on the canal and had full sized battle ships floating on it. It's been suggested he was a megalomaniac...

Then we decided to walk through the beautiful gardens back to the palace. We were starving at this point and everything in the palace was insanely expensive so we went back to the town of Versailles in search of some food.

Apparently we chose the worst time ever to get hungry as most cafes we closed. We ended up eating at a sort of Greek fast food place. It was good and very filling. So we went back to the train station and headed back to Paris. David got a good laugh out of the awesome sunburn I got today. Very impressive.

We headed straight back to the apartment and David took a nap while I settled into reading a new book I bought yesterday (I have gone through 5 books already). Max came in later and we decided to go to a pub to watch the Scotland-France soccer match tonight.

We left a couple hours later with all three of us still dragging our feet. We walked around Sacre Couer and down to the streets below. We ended up stopping at the same restaurant that Scott and I had eaten at and each order some food and HUGE beers to get us through the game. Poor France, they totally outplayed Scotland but lost 1-0. The Scots mobbed the street and we decided to join them.

Max wanted to walk down to Pigalle and I whole-heartedly agreed as I wanted a picture of the Moulin Rouge. Along the way we had to stop in the center of France's sex industry and check out the biggest store in Pigalle. Impressive, but nothing out of the ordinary from any other. Except for the 60 porn viewing booths. We didn't try but we saw some awesomely shady characters going in. Eww, but funny.

We ended the night wish some delicious ice cream, hopped on the metro and went back to the apartment for bed. Tomorrow's my last day so I have to be well rested!