As with other Paris attractions, we were advised to go to Versailles first thing in the morning. In comfortable walking shoes (a must for any sightseer to Paris), we arrived at the RER station at St. Michel to take the train to Versailles. We were soon confused with the train system (a little different from the metro)--trains going in the same direction go to exactly opposite points in the line! It was not just us being dumb, as we found a group of tourists from Chicago trying to work out the same problem. Since it was pretty early in the morning, there was no local around from whom we could ask directions. Finally, putting our heads together, the group from Chicago and we discovered that only trains starting with "VICK" go on to Versailles. From there, it is about a 30 to 40 minutes’ journey into the countryside.
Behind the gates is a vast cobblestone courtyard (we saw some girls in heels remove their shoes and opt to walk barefoot). In its centre is a 20-foot equestrian statue of Louis VIX, with the palace in the background. We let out a gasp at the first glance of the palace, but we were soon overwhelmed by the sheer opulence of the interiors. The magnificence of the palace hit us in the face at every step, and it was very easy to understand why the French had the Revolution.
One of our greatest disappointments was the Hall of Mirrors. It was undergoing renovation, and most of it was covered, so that what we finally saw was more a "room of mirrors" than a hall of mirrors. But what little we saw was enough to make us hold our breaths. Huge mirrors adorn the walls, with great crystal chandeliers dropping from the ceiling. The beautiful paintings on the ceiling gave our necks quite a strain.
The other sore note in the trip to Versailles was the tour groups. To the chagrin of other visitors, these guided tours would monopolize the area near the display for ages. When we would attempt to squeeze through to get a closer look, we’d get nasty looks from even the guide. For a shy person like my husband, it was quite daunting, but I was brazen enough to counter the looks with a stare of my own. I had longed to see the historical palace since high school, and I was not going to let anyone stop me from getting a look long enough to set my imagination soaring.
After our long walk in the main palace and the Trianons, our feet were sore, and we sat down at the top of the stairs that lead down to the fountain and the gardens with rows of statues. The gardens are an interesting walk; unfortunately, we were just too tired to explore them all. Maybe the next time we are in Paris.