PULLMAN VERSAILLES CHATEAU
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... cute quaint of Farm House. It is clean- no frills but we are eager to be there and wont be in the room much. We put a pin in the google maps so we can chart how to get back home and head back to Bayoux for dinner. We find the cutest small bistro called Petite Bistro- From what I can read everything is made fresh that day. And boy was it fresh. This meal may end up wining the best meal we ate in Europe. The little restaurant is run by ...
... of a huge crucifix, it took them 11 years to dig it out of the marsh land. It looks spectacular. This is where we chose a picnic spot and setup camp. Our guide opened the wine and we sat in the shade watching tourists row boats about the huge lake. We finished the bike tour and entered the palace, it was spectacular, and very ornately decorated. All the ceilings were painted, ...
... it's like a cattle shoot from one room to the next with barricades on both sides and multiple personnel monitoring your every move. The hallways are at least 8' wide and there are no art displays or anything else that could possibly be run into with the stroller. We make it as far as the Hercules Room before Maclaren had enough of the palace and people...2.5 year old temper tantrum commences and requires immediate evacuation to the outside. The Gardens is ...
... out to be a bit over two hours. All of us had passed out on the train and had to be woken up upon arrival. I wish I could have seen us stumble off that train and walk through the station in Paris that morning. It was probably eerily similar to the movie The Hangover as we slowly walked though the incredibly chic business people of Paris. He who shall not be named was still wearing his crusty cape of towels, we were still wearing layers of mismatched clothing, and to be quite frank, ...
Today's plan was duly considered the night before, with a short Metro trip to the Pont Neuf station, where we'd get off and sedately walk to the France Tourisme office to join the bus to Versailles. Another couple was there, which perhaps created the expectation of getting straight to the right spot with time to spare. Given Liam had scoffed the last of the milk, it was dry cereal or nothing for everyone else so I wandered a little to find something to break the night's fast. With ...