Is there a candle with the smell of fresh cut lumber?
There is nothing like it.
It is providing some aromatherapy
amidst the sounds of old, rotten wood being yanked away from our little cottage…
with sawing and hammering ...
loud hammering, securing the fresh and new…
to complete the musical composition.
Somehow I have constructed my own little nest of peace
in a not so peaceful situation,
bringing the story of a king and his art contest to mind.
the sun is shining brightly,
reminding me of our day at Versailles
where long ago an attempt at peace settlement was signed.
The Treaty of Versailles.
I searched for the name from the cobwebs of my history filing cabinet
with no recollection whatsoever of what was involved.
How you explore this beautiful estate is up to you,
but I highly recommend…
worth every Euro.
Our guide was knowledgeable of the history of this amazing place
and wiped away a few of my cobwebs.
He actually travelled with us from Paris out to the town of Versailles
where we picked up our bikes…
before heading to the thirty seven thousand manicured acres...
surrounding the royal residence for more than a century.
Having stopped at a market on the way,
we were equipped for a picnic…
fit for a king.
After we managed to drag ourselves away from this beautiful view…
we pedaled back to store the bikes
before enjoying a self-guided tour of the palace…
and its captivating interiors.
I left with painted ceiling envy…
and a strong love of everything shiny.
I hope the sun is making everything shiny
in your part of the world this weekend.