Paris. The city of love. Or is that not a thing anymore? There’s so many cities around the world that have been awarded the title of being the perfect escape for couples that I’ve lost track of them. It’s probably very 2010 but we’ll just stick to Paris being the winner nominee. Ironic though, considering I’ve always been there with friends and never really cared for that title.
I was 12 the first time I visited during a school exchange. The family I was staying with were lovely and took good care of me. They were the ones that introduced me to Miss Paris. It was a dream come true.
I went back two more times throughout my teenage years and haven’t been back in a while now. I used to be in love with that city, but since I’ve started traveling more around the world, that hasn’t been the case in a long time. It’s still a very beautiful city, though. Dirty and dangerous, but with stunning architecture and delicious croissants. As for its habitants, I can’t agree with the general population when they say the French are arrogant and mean – they do expect you to speak fluent French though. I know the country pretty well as I also lived there for four months. I’ve travelled around France numerous times, seeing most of the northern region, the Loire castles and part of the south (including Monaco), but I’ll leave that for another post.
When in Paris, apart from the clichés of the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, Sacré-Coeur and Louvre, you should add Versailles to your ‘must photograph’ list. You should be warned however, that if you really like architecture and photography or even simple history, you won’t be out of there right away. It’s not Notre Dame, where you just go inside, take a couple of snaps and then you’re onto the next attraction. No-no. That place will leave you exhausted, but seriously, it’s worth it. It’s not like you can find duplicates of Versaille anywhere you go.
My advice is to go really early in the morning to avoid the endless lines of tourists waiting to get their ticket. I’m not kidding when I say they are endless – they usually go past the entrance gates and they’re far from the palace’s doors! So get up early, get on the metro (or car) and let it take you to the world of fairy-tales. Cheesy, I know. Let’s just roll with it.
I could tell you all about it (with a little help from our beloved friend Wikipedia), from mentioning that the palace is about 400 years old, that it was ridiculously expensive and that a number of Louis’s reigned and lived in the same palace, with most of the credits for the design and décor going to the one who had the longest reign, namely Louis XIV, aka the Sun King (now THAT’s a little arrogant) But I’m not going to bore you with that. You can get all the info you need from the pamphlets you can get at the entrance. Or you know, just go ahead and google it.
All I can say is that the palace is stunning. It makes you feel tiny and poor from the moment you step inside it and leaves you raging with envy for Kim Kardashian – who wouldn’t want to have their wedding party inside the most beautifully decorated room you could ever ask for? Because, let me tell you, the Hall of Mirrors will make your jaw drop big time.
Good taste seemed to run in the Louis’s family, from interior décor to the design of the gardens, the palace is impeccable to say the least. You can take a walk around the entirety of the land or you can rent a golf cart to go all around it in half the time. If you’re short on time, that’s probably you’re best option.
I must say though, those guys were not the gentlemen they appeared to be. Would you believe that they had “little” houses built at the opposite end of the land where they used to keep their lovers? *shake my head*
But private (sneaky) lives aside, the Palace of Versailles is the place to visit when in Paris. Just give your feet a comfortable environment, get your camera and go.