Louis & Marie

Today was my program's day trip to Versailles. The only problem was that they were taking a bike tour for the day, meaning they were going to be riding bikes most of the time. Ok, so there is another problem-I don't know how to ride a bike! Yes, really, I, Christine, at the age of 20, do not know how to bike. As in if you put me on one, I will fall over in half a second. And there are others out there just like me, I promise! I know some. How is this possible you may wonder? Well, I just never asked my parents for a bike when I was little, that's all.

I didn't know it was going to be a bike tour until two days before and if I'd known earlier, I would have probably tried to pass on this excursion and get my money back, but I doubt it would have worked because we don't get reimbursed for the trips we don't go on. So I actually ended up touring the chateau and the gardens on my own, which I didn't mind at all, I'm more annoyed that I paid for a tour that I could have done on my own for half the price. But there's no point in thinking about that, I still had a very nice day. It's just that I've been feeling really guilty lately about spending so much money.

For Mother's Day, I sent my mom and godmother flowers (damn, flowers are expensive, I'm so glad I'm a girl). And when I called to make sure they got it, my mother was all happy and yada yada yada over hers, while my godmother was chastising me for wasting money like that. Even though she thought it was a sweet gesture, she didn't think I made a wise money decision, which made me feel guilty and sad. I must sound like I have some complex about money but really, it's because I know my parents have been working extra hours this year so that I could study here, that and the Asian Guilt goes deep. I can't even explain Asian Guilt, it's intense in a "can't get away from it" kind of way. And it's not something that parents push on us either; well, most of the time anyways. I think a lot of it stems from the fact that us being second-generation Asian Americans, our parents gave up and are still giving up their lives so that we have a successful future, and you don't want them to do this but they're still going to do it and it goes on and on. That's the reason why I try not to eat out very much, it's crazy expensive in Paris and I can't afford to do it every other day. Which then makes me feel guilty about turning people down when they ask if I want to eat with them because it makes it seem like I don't want to hang out with them, but it's just that I'm trying to budget. Ok, ending rant here. This was suppose to be about Versailles, not me spilling it all out on some virtual therapist couch.

So yes, Versailles was lovely, and very tiring. The estate is HUGE and sprawling. And I spent a good amount of time walking around the chateau with my audio guide, even though it wasn't very informative. I saw some really nice things, but overall I wasn't as impressed as I thought I would be. That's probably because I've been to so many castles by now that they're all very similar so there wasn't a whole lot that was particularly amazing. I think the most interesting thing was imagining Marie Antoinete walking around the mansion, holding fancy balls, frolicing in the gardens. Except now my image of Marie Antoinette is Kirsten Dunst a la Sofia Coppola.

The security check line.

Forget white picket fences, I want gold-gilded ones.

They had the best ceiling murals I've seen yet, beats even the ones at the Louvre. But I think it's because the ceilings are closer so you get a better look at all the details.

The famous Hall of Mirrors. I didn't think it was as OMG as people make it out to be. I was expecting to be blinded by all the reflections.

I want that globe.

Marie's secret door.

An old oak tree.