I Went to Versailles.

Versailles

"to keep turning, turn over and over"

The last time I was here I was only 5 or 6. I remember glancing up at Marie Antoinette's glorious bed and asking my dad to get me the same one. This time though, despite my incredibly limited knowledge on French history, there was a haunting, still emotion that presided in the palace that my younger self would not have noticed.

Stepping into Versailles, with all the gold, luxurious furniture and shiny door handles, there’s so much shown that you forget for a second that this was a home to someone. Imagine living here without a care in the world, attaining everything you can, whilst France was living under the darkest conditions French history has ever seen. Eventually though, revolution struck and a person who was once queen had become a prisoner and killed in front of her own people.

This history was what made me feel so complex when I stepped into that palace. On the other hand though, Versailles was truly beautiful. It was a work of art. Every inch of the building is so intricately designed, flamboyantly beautiful and it is absolutely breathtaking.

When more was more and less was less. It’s contrary to the minimalistic way French people are pioneering right now.