This place is absolutely breathtaking; every inch of it seems to be bedecked with layers of gilded gold. It is the embodiment of the word luxury. It is truly impossible to comprehend the scale of the magnificence until you have seen it first hand. The garden seems as it never ends, sprawling out in all directions, and peppered with mazes and secret passages. Strolling around, smelling the flowers, it is so serene that you can see why the French royalty constructed such an opulent getaway. At one point my sisters and I closed our eyes and pretended we were Marie Antoinette and her attendant maids walking around in layers of silk and lace, everything that accompanied her over-the-topflowing dresses. What a playground she had! And with the rest of France starving, you can see how she and her husband, Louis XVI sowed the seeds of their own destruction.
There were six installations installed by controversial artist Anish Kapoor, and my favorite one was a gigantic red box that looked a bit like a speaker. Kapoor explains it as a 'Sectional Body Preparing for Monadic Singularity (whatever that means).
When I travel I like to pack very light, a trait that my mom drilled into me as a child. As we are a family of six, traveling light was somewhat of a necessity as we made our annual transatlantic journies to Spain. To this day I will do anything in my power to ensure that I do not check a bag. I also love to do my shopping abroad, so for this trip I literally only brought this one outfit you see in my London post. That was it. I even had to borrow pajamas from my sisters. So reusing the same things is a must. In this post I am wearing the same Top Shop dress from my last post, except I have layered it with a Primark blue sweater tied in a knot. The great aspect about traveling is that your constantly surrounded by strangers, so no one knows if you outfit repeat except for the people your traveling with, which in this case are my sisters, so I couldn't care less.