I live a bit of a charmed life, quietly but with good fortune, and always with thanks to the kindness of others. I’m in Paris every six months, but usually in the dead of winter and the sweltering heat of summer.
This trip has been blessed with warm weather, blue skies, and Parisiennes who are enjoying fully the break in foul weather.
As if that was not enough, colleagues arranged an invitation to a private event at Versailles, which was closed early and cleared of tourists for the occasion. Sure, there were 1,500 of us in attendance but that is far fewer than the tens of thousands crawling daily all over the magnificent gardens and remnants of France’s monarchic past.