Un billet aller-retour, et une autre billet aller pour l'insolite s'il vous plaît

Today we ventured to Versailles. Not quite familiar with the French RER system, it took us about four hours to get to a destination that should have only taken a half hour.

Having already been to Versailles a few times, I didn't think I would find anything new at the château. Unfortunately, I did.


This is a statue of a king. The King of Pop, that is. You guessed it, awkwardly sitting in the Salle de Venus is Michael Jackson and his monkey, Bubbles. Avez-vous peur, non? That didn't nearly upset me as much as the Hoover vacuum display in the queen's antechambre.


As someone who has a deep appreciation for art and history, I was repulsed to find Elisabeth Vigée-Lebrun's, an artist I dearly respect, famous portrait of Marie Antoinette in a beautiful room obstructed by 20th-century cleaning machines. My loathing for tourism has only deepened.

On the bright side, I unknowingly took an illegal photo of a list of signatures from the Tennis Court Oath in 1789. It was an amazing sight.


And Emily managed to get a legal picture of Liz and me at les pyramides at the Louvre.

Hypercool.