Though these obviously aren’t the original wall coverings, the pattern freak in me loved them all the same. But while I loved the look of these, I wouldn’t necessarily want them in my house!
Paintings with black backgrounds, like this one, remind me of the works of the Dutch masters in the Rijksmuseum.
I kept reverting to details whenever I would get overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of excess. Or simply when I didn’t want to see any more crowds.
Gold and marble everywhere!
For the child-woman in you: sweet prints in Marie Antoinette’s bedroom.
The look of libog from a horned satyr in the gardens.
After the rain, blue skies. And puddles, of course.
One last look…
And it’s bye bye, Versailles. Till we meet again.