The 2006 film, Marie Antoinette, came to life today as I strolled the garden and halls of the Palace of Versailles. The gardens spanned for what seemed like miles as did the palace. We toured the grounds and parts of the palace that were open for visitors and then boarded the bus to head for Tours, France.
Tours is my ideal French town- quaint, historical, and welcoming. It is fascinating to see medevil reminants adjacent to high fashion boutiques along with other shops and cafes. Supposedly it took and awful beating during World War II. Our group dined together at a French café as our advisors snuck away to buy us all wine to enjoy by the Loire River. As soon as we arrived and opened the bottles of wine, we heard a loud thunder strike and the sky began to fall. We all ran under the nearest bridge to continue the festivities. We were joined by a group of, what I would consider, French hippies. They played their drums and instruments, sang together, and later mingled with us. Realizing that the rain was not letting up, we all made a dash for our hostel. Wet and well wined, we arrived back home, happy to have been able to spend a night in such a beautiful city.
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