My Versailles tale (besides getting lost for most of the day) is that we rented bikes for a few hours in the morning and when we returned them, found an outdoor cafe/restaurant next to the Grand Canal. Our French was pretty non-existent except for a few nouns and verbs, so we weren't particularly suited to read the menu, so I saw something that appeared to be a Ham & Cheese sandwich and made our attempt at ordering with some modification. What arrived on the plate was "Freedom Fries" which we didn't order and some rolled up cold ham. It was NOTHING like the menu dish, nor what I thought I had tried to order, but buckled down and ate what was brought to me since it was my Lost In Translation moment.
Also, since the trip had me away from work for several weeks, I had the freedom to dye my hair a color temporarily that I'd always wanted to try out for the hell of it. So, we're walking around Versailles all day, and there is a busload of French schoolgirls as well that we occasionally pass as well. They have LATCHED onto my hair color and our entire day is punctuated by calls of "Bleu! BLEUUUUU!" both faint and piercing. HUNDREDS of times. I don't understand anything else just "BLEUUU!!" and laughing. I'm glad they got such a kick out of it, but by then, I'd spent a week in London with it coming off on our towels and clothes, and had the memories of our day in Versailles imprinted forever by it, so first thing the next morning, I had all the hair buzzed off for the rest of our time in Paris and Rome, where it REALLY would have been out of place.
Thanks for letting me share my little Versailles story! :lol1:
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