We packed up our day bags, cameras and corkscrews, funky cheese and funny hats and made our way to Gare du Nord bright and early for the short train ride to Versailles.
Strolled the grounds, picked four-leaf clovers, rowed the boats, fed some silly ducks...
Toured inside and out... queuing in the madness of this luxury chateau.
Some days are all mixed up... walking room after room searching for a Napoleon Coronation painting while listening to Dickens on headphones gawking at room after ornate room of Marie Antoinette's personal Pottery Barn collection... and keeping one eye on my daughters who love nothing else but to run wild.
And then I stopped and stared up and saw this fresco... patched in scotch tape, dripping raindrops onto my nose.
Then somehow... it all made sense.