There’s no comparing the streets of Paris that have been touched by rain. It is as if they were made for it.
Versailles is like unlike any castle you could ever dream of. The historic fairy-tales that fill the castle are comparable to its’ beauty.
Every inch of every room is magnificently crafted, fit for a King, or in histories case many Kings.
As I wandered the immaturely manicured gardens of Versailles in a white lace dress, part of me got lost.
Suddenly, my cares of the Paris rain disappeared and time stood at a standstill in front of rows of mini hedges that oozed the essence of Alice in Wonderland.
That is who I become for the afternoon, little lost in history Alice in a Wonderland (albeit packed with tourists).
As we listened to the tour guide through our newly purchased headset, crammed like sardines, moving from room to room in one motion, it was easy to be swallowed up by it all.
However today I was not a tourist, I was dressed up, fit for my afternoon tea with the King and Marie Antoinette.
The beauty of Versailles is worth whatever weather.
My advice for those travelling to Versailles – make sure to dress the part, of course not for practicality but for your inner child who always wanted to be a Prince or Princess living in a Castle overlooking endless green gardens.