Mysticism Of Paris…

… A sense of being in the past. Nothing surprising, but it seems familiar…

In the morning we go on an excursion to Versailles. I’ll tell you about it later. The guide on the way told about Louis the fourteenth, about his women, about how Louis before the wedding to Mary (she was just a girl) still saw her, and told his mother that she had beautiful eyes. The guide’s stories seemed to immerse us in the world of the past. A world of celebration, luxury, kings and favorites.

As soon as we got off the bus, the weather began to deteriorate, first the wind began to blow, then it began to drizzle. The sky was clear, without clouds, then instantly darkened from the incoming clouds. Continue reading →