Coat: LOFT; Scarf: H&M; Dress: Urban Outfitters; Tights: Target; Shoes: Market; Purse: Urban Outfitters
Do you see what I mean about frolicking in Versailles? All you want to do is revert back to year 7 of life and run like the wind through the gardens until you’ve tapped into every energy reserve. Before you know it, it’s snack time. Which would probably be a crepe.
Don’t even mention the moment when my friend Eileen and I tried to take a row boat out on the Grand Canal. Oh, let me tell you.. While at the Versailles gardens, bikes, golf carts, and row boats are available for rent. The latter of the three called our name. We grabbed a long baguette-sammy and a water bottle to enjoy on the row boat in the mid-afternoon sun. Cheeky, right? We would row, eat, and geek out on the Grand Canal. Every thing would be picture perfect.
Well, one hefty push out on the lake and a small panic later we realized that neither one of us knew how to row about. *Not proud* Can you blame a landlocked girl? We made the best of what we could:
- Flailing the oars in directions that didn’t get us anywhere but idle.
- Receiving an assist. (Friendly nudge from some other
- Switching between the two of us to see who could imitate the rowing motion better.
**I’d have to say my five star moment of the day was eventually parallel parking the row boat in other boats by the dock. Sheer talent.
While parallel parked, I summoned the lake attendant to get us out of the boat. This would be it. We would make it out of the little vessel. When we reached land, we would make it a point get lost in some bushes not to be seen or recognized by anyone who just witnessed this scene. There are a lot of bushes to pick from so this was the most feasible option. The lake attendant made his way over with a long pole to catch on to our boat and drag us back in but OH no. It wasn’t over yet. He thought we wanted to be stranded longer. Another hefty push later, we were back out on the lake. Now we were just running in circles.
Let me tell you, eventually that same pole-guy came back and dragged our boat in. Gracefully leaping off the boat to land, we couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the unedited humor of the situation, the sheer horror of feeling stranded, and our pride being destroyed as *on-lookers got an entertaining show.
*Look at those two Americans. They don’t even know how to row a boat! Didn’t they have a childhood? Don’t they train on those machines at the gym? They can’t row and eat baguettes at the same time? I could double fist baguettes and row at the same time.
Now that would be a sight.
This wonderful display of my un-athleticism is just a snippet of our time spent at Versailles. Eventually, we made our way out of the general vicinity (walking at a brisk pace, making sure to disappear quickly) and heading towards some other areas. See below, I’d love to show you around.
Until next time.