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Day Eight: Saturday. My last real day in Paris. Sigh. Vacation time is so strange – for the first couple of days, I feel as though my time stretches ahead of me endlessly, and I am pleased with how much time is left and everything seems to proceed at a nice, leisurely pace. Next thing I know, I’m giving serious thought to the prospect of packing up again to return home to my normal life, and am wondering how the days managed to zip by like that.

So the plan for the day is Versailles – the home of the Sun King, Louis XIV. This required venturing beyond the metro-serviced area – really, beyond Paris itself. I had to take an RER train to get there. I was really hoping that the RER trains would be larger and more comfortable than the metro trains – unlike the metro, where trips are pretty brief and standing the whole way is not that big a deal, the trip to Versailles was expected to take about 30 minutes from the Champs-de-Mars station in Paris. I grabbed a honey crepe from a takeaway stand – lemon and sugar is better – and munched it on the platform, nervously awaiting the train, trying not to think about the man I’d seen relieving himself by the wall in the corridor connecting the Bir-Hakeim metro station to the Champs-de-Mars RER station. By the way, if you’re ever walking around in Paris, you most definitely want to avoid stepping in random puddles if it hasn’t been raining. Those puddles aren’t water, and they were left there either by dogs (ew) or by people (EW!).

I wasn’t disappointed. RER trains are huge – they’re double decker trains! The car I climbed aboard was on the full side up top, so I rode out on the bottom level. The seat was comfortable, and I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the train was very smooth and quiet – unlike the screechy, rocky metro train. The ride was also nearly completely above ground, so I got to watch the scenery go by, as we left super-urban Paris with its walkup apartment buildings, and see buildings that looked more like houses, but still might have been multi-family dwellings, and real gardens too.
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When we arrived at the Versailles RER station, we were met with a train station under renovation. Upon exiting the station, the first thing I saw was a McDonalds’ across the street. You walk about a block from the train station to get to the gates of the palatial property. Along the way, I saw a cluster of Segways, and a sign reading that they could be rented, though I didn’t get close enough to see the details. It seemed like the idea was you would rent one for your exploration of the chateau, but that can’t be right – I’m reasonably certain that they won’t let you into the castle riding a Segway, and besides, there are stairs inside, with no lifts. Maybe for the gardens?

Anyway, as I got closer to Versailles, my heart got a bit heavier. Why? Because I could see that the stately palace was under restoration – the big statue out front was partially obscured by scaffolding and tarps, and there were barriers set up to prevent people from getting too close to it, and one wing of the palace itself was also framed in ugly scaffolding. The signs indicated that the restoration work would be complete in June 2009. I was there one lousy month too early… Just like Starry Night…

Then I shook myself a bit, straightened my back, and firmly told myself that I was going to enjoy this anyway, tarps or no tarps.

And I did!

Louis XIV had a thing for gold. A big thing for gold. The palace gates are gold-coloured lead (I think?), there’s gold glinting ornamentally at you from all over the place. I allowed myself to be wowed by the sight of it all on the cobblestone path leading up to the palace from the gates for a few moments, then turned my attention to trying to figure out where I was supposed to go to properly see this place. I had my Paris Museum Pass, and it included admission to the palace but not special exhibits, and not the gardens in the back. I had heard that I absolutely needed to see the fountains in the gardens, so I knew I’d be shelling out the extra euros for that, but otherwise I expected to get by with just my pass. The pass instructions told me to go to door C. I could see large signs for doors A and B, but not C. Perplexed, I sort of meandered my way along the cobblestones as the path bent around to the left of the palace, and found myself at the rear looking out at the gardens. I decided that since I was here, I might as well buy my admission to the gardens, find out about the fountain shows, and ask someone how I gain entrance to the palace itself with my pass.

The nice attendant informed me that to gain access to the palace, I would need to enter through door A, and that the water fountain show would begin shortly and run for one and a half hours, and that there would be a finale-for-the-day show at 5:20 that lasted 10 minutes. I thought, a one and a half hour water show? That seems odd. Since I was practically there, I decided to explore the gardens first, and catch the show. I grabbed a map just past the gate and got my bearings.

First off, the gardens at Versailles are huge. Really huge. And symmetrical, which appealed to me immensely, and I had this odd feeling of peace as I gazed out on the balanced symmetry of it all. I had initially thought I’d like to explore them thoroughly, but when I saw just how massive the place was the wind left my sails pretty quickly. Second, when I was told they had a ‘water fountain show’ I was imagining something like what goes on in front of the Bellagio in Las Vegas – there’s music, and the fountains shoot water out in patterns in time with the music. This is why the notion of such long show struck me as odd. As it turns out, the water show is different at Versailles. Yes, there’s music, very nice music to boot. But the fountains are simply turned on – there’s no attempt at movement effects in the fountain’s display. There’s a reason for this – these fountains were designed by Louis XIV himself, and installed during his time on the throne. So the display is quite simple compared to the spectacles that are available in our modern age. Perhaps I’ve been spoiled by my other trips to destinations that try to use available technology to their advantage as much as possible, but I wouldn’t rate the fountains at Versailles a must-see, especially when you consider that they will charge you 8 euros per person to see them. Yes, they’re pretty, yes, they’re interesting, but for me they held very little if any wow factor.

After visiting the main fountains of the gardens, I decided that it was time for me to check out the palace. So I returned to the front end of the property, and located door A, which had a much shorter line up now than it had when I had arrived, and passed through security and into the castle. I followed the signs indicating which way I should proceed for the non-guided tour.

There were magnificent ballrooms. There were large, impressive hallways. There were sumptuous rooms for sleeping, receiving guests, having banquets, having meetings. The beds were ridiculously tall – I would need a step ladder to get up there. Granted, I’m not exactly a shoo-in for the basketball team, but I was under the impression that people were on average shorter back then compared to now? There were paintings in nearly every room I saw, but there weren’t any signs indicated who had painted them, or who the portrayed person was, so they held little interest for me – besides, they couldn’t compare to the masterpieces I’d seen at the Louvre and the Musee d’Orsay. The Hall of Mirrors was incredible – a long, somewhat narrow room, I imagine it was used for balls, with mirrors all along one wall and windows facing the gardens on the the other, large chandeliers dangling from the ceilings.

So I wound my way through the unguided tour of the palace, doing my best to avoid tour groups wherever possible – unfortunately, it was not always possible, and on more than one occasion I found myself in a crush of strangers. At one of these moments, I overheard a man say to his friend, “They really ought to get in touch with the folks at Disney to figure out how to move crowds of people through these places.”

I missed the grand finale of the day water show – I believe I was sandwiched into one of the smaller rooms with two or three tour groups at the time, trying to wiggle my way out. I’m okay with that though. I did see the gardens. I did see the palace. After I had seen all of the inside that I was allowed to see, I sat outside in the courtyard-type area that looks out towards the gates, had a bit to drink and just imagined what life in that sort of palace might have been like.

Then, I made my way back to that McDonalds’, had myself a snack, and then joined the crowds to take the RER back into Paris for my last night. Remember how I said the station was under renovations? That made it super unclear what options were available for ticket purchase. I could see three automated machines, two of which seemed to be out of order – people kept walking up to them, then walking away again. The line to use the third moved very slowly, in part because the machine would not let you buy more than one ticket at a time, so people buying for a group would have to go through the whole purchase process multiple times, in part because some folks didn’t quite know how to use the machine, and couldn’t make sense of the instructions. I’m not talking about people with a language barrier here – the machine was multilingual anyway, you could make it display information in French, English, and German – one particularly slow customer was a French woman who wanted to enter in a specific destination train station that the machine seemed to believe did not exist. In the end, she left it in frustration, off to find someone to assist her, I suppose. There was a window with a real live person to assist travelers with ticket purchases, but the window was nearly completely hidden by the scaffolding and barriers that were in place for the renovation project. And then, once you actually had your ticket in hand, you needed to validate it using one of the validation terminals. There were two. One was broken.

So it took awhile for me to actually get on a train. But I did, and this time I rode back up top, and though the seat wasn’t quite as comfy as it had been on the way down, it was still a very pleasant journey.

For my last real meal in Paris, I decided to keep it low key – instead of searching out a restaurant, I went back to the pizza place near my hotel and got the yummy grilled eggplant and arugula pizza to go – cheaper than eating it in the restaurant – and took it back to my room. I got some cutlery and a plate from the hotel, kicked off my Crocs, and tucked into the yumminess seated on the comfy bed. It may not have been fancy, but I would rate it as a very pleasant way to spend my last night in Paris!!!

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