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Versailles

Well, that flew by, as you know it will. But still my mind is filled with the experience! What fun, and what a lot of walking I did.

I didn't climb the Eiffel Tower/Notre Dame/The Arch of Triumph, however I did ride a bicycle around the whole of Versailles and picnic on the lakeside, walk the entirely of everywhere, go to the Louvre a couple of times, take the river boats a few times, walk, walk, haggle at markets (oh, excuse me, marche's), see the sunset (almost) at Sacre Coeur. Did find a million Place of Interest, dring coffee and eat crepes. And I went into Notre Dame and walked saround the other places I didn't climb. And OH! The Lady and the Unicorn Tapestry's! And all of the other tapestry's.

I saw the Bayeux Tapestry at Bayeux in Normandy (above). It happened to be June 6th too, D-Day, and soldiers from the 1st world war were walking (hobbling) around. The people there were lovely and so welcoming. It was the most beautiful town in the world as I know it. It was the first time I really had a sense of how horrendous the war must have been for France. Bayeux was not bombed but nearby Caen was, which I read about in a book I bought for Dad.

I went to see Mme Riviere and got so teary I had force myself to stop crying! Blubberer! She's so beautiful and the place is amazing. Of course. I couldn't believe where I was. But the wonder of it all and the 'coming down off cortosone' and the jet-lag and not having my One True Love there to share the joy overwhelmed me.
So much more to say but it's birthday time for Anna and I must away!
xxx