Today we went to Versailles. I'm not going to say a lot about it. It's late, and anyone that actually cares about French history can look it up.
We got there on the SNCF train. Wonderful service.
We toured the gardens and then the interior.
On the way back to the train, Jesse stopped in a little butcher shop and picked up some pork chops.
Three generations of Sharrard males on the train from Versailles.
Back in Paris, in the smallest kitchen in captivity, Jesse prepared dinner for us, using the pork chops, potatoes, apples, and cauliflower.
and I went down the street for wine and across the street for desert.
Life is good.