It was holidays  for three days, and we have been very good tourists with my Uncle Claude and my Aunt Yanick who came from Périgord. Their  dream was to go to Versailles, but we didn’t foresaw the icy wind, so we missed the poetry of the garden in winter with its wrapped sculptures, its empty pools and a fatal good cold … We enjoyed the empty castle.  It seems the more I am going there and the more I am discovering the place.

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