Singers

Urggghh. Have landed in Singers and have found we have no time for the relaxing shower and freshen up we'd planned to have.

I feel like I smell like an old billy goat and there is that yuck sheen of muck over my skin. 

Kids are whacked.. Age is very tired and withdrawn. I foresee lots of sleeping when we get back to Dalveen!

Off home!!

Will be out of contact for a bit. We are about to get on the Eurostar and head to London.. From there a bit of a kip before a plane in the morning and a few stops along the way till we hit Aussie soil.

I have promised myself to be gentle and not plan much ahead for a long time. I have promised I will show dignity and honour in all my dealings with this.. No matter how painful. 

I am not going to harp on or turn this blog into a misery guts saga as that is not only below me.. but not constructive for anyone. I intend that this is the only other mention I will make in public. 

But know that I am not made of granite. My brave face hides all the tears I will not share with  anyone. I just want to curl up and die. I wonder if its possible to spontaneously die of a broken heart.

Versailles Palace.

Leaving the last most extravagant and beautiful palace till last was both great and not so great. By now we are all pretty exhausted. Emotionally and physically. Everything is a little jaded and we are getting to the point of not wanting to bother with things that would normally excite us.

I know we were so fortunate - well we had planned it that way- but last time we did all our touristy stuff, we would have the places to ourselves basically. Despite getting here before opening time and having tickets, the crowds were absolutely  incredible. The lines snaked back hours long- but we managed to skip them all and see what we wanted in minimum fuss.

The hall of mirrors was just as incredible.. Photos below 

The king and Queens apartments every bit as stunning as I remember.  The cloth in the drapes are threaded with gold and I believe took 25 years to make.

We went to the temple if love and to Marie Antoinette's farmhouse - a disneyworld back then. Still quite lovely.

The biggest dolls houses around!

I was very disappointed that the fountains weren't  running. They add to so much..