Versailles, France –
It’s hard to believe that this place is still used to host foreign dignitaries.
It would be like staying in a museum.
Then again, I’m not a king.
Those guys are probably used to living in places like this.
Lots of rooms all decked out with antiques that belonged to kings from long ago.
Me? I prefer furnishings I don’t have to worry about damaging.
But if you’re a king, you probably don’t worry about that anyway.
It’s someone else’s concern.
Guédelon, France –
“What are you lookin’ at?”
I know that’s what the goose was thinking as it eyed me after taking a drink from the bucket. I could see it in the way it looked at me. I could see it in his eyes.
Of course, if the goose really could speak, it’d probably be saying “Quels sont tu regardes?” After all, it was a French goose, living in a medieval village.
Well, technically, it wasn’t a medieval village, just a recreation of one. A self-sufficient recreation, complete with all of the craftsmen and vocations necessary for the undertaking of building a castle. Including the (under construction) castle.
Paris, France –
The men were angry and taking it out on the poor delivery driver. What was he thinking? He had tried to cross the wrong parade! Or at least, at the wrong time, right in front of the fish griller craft (or whatever they might be called). As a result, the men had grabbed several fish off their grill, and were rubbing them all over the windshield and side windows of the delivery van. Any spot of glass was soon completely covered with freshly grilled fish oil.
This would never have happened at any parade I’ve seen in the states-always large productions with barricades to prevent traffic, and the spectators kept separated from the participants.
