Versaille

Versaille is a little overwhelming. The grounds stretch out impossibly far--the pond itself is enormous. Then there are the paths through sculpted hedges, patterned gardens, the buildings themselves, and, of course, the farm!

The farm was my favourit part of Versaille. Near a little hamlet (not really a hamlet, but it was almost big enough to be) where the people who tended the grounds lived, was the farm. The Farm. Pigs! Pigs so round and snuffling, and goats--angora, pygmy--sheep with their tails yet to be docked, a gaggle of geese, a pair of peacocks, hens, muscovy ducks, and plenty of other animals. I guess it was just a nice contrast to the week of exhaust and noise.