Showing posts with label Van Goat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Van Goat. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Day five.

Today we went to Versailles.
i'm almost too tired to type.
So much walking....
This is the orangerie. Amazing.
We saw people trimming the hedges by hand.
There were oranges, pomegranates, limes, plums (sorta), peaches.
Small Brock. Big stairs.
One thing i've learned about Brock:
He hates cherubs.
A lot.
Miranda told Brock,
"Once you've seen one gold room, you've seen them all."
She was right.
The highlight of Versailles was Marie Antoinette's house.
This was her bedroom. And her furniture.
i was going to make a joke about all the men she brought home...
but they clearly wouldn't have fit in that tiny bed.
This is the Queen's Hamlet...
très beau.
Pretty flowers.
In my hair!
(we found that flower on the ground by the way.)
Donkey friends...that bite.
We also saw a giant hog but my camera died.
Then we met a goat who was eating out of Brocks hand.
And a cow... i didn't know cows were that big... his shirt said xxxl.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Day four.

Pere Lachaise Cemetery... and maybe the best grave there.
My only friend the end... says Mr. Morrison.
I go all the way to Paris...
and forgot my red lipstick to kiss Oscars grave.
Oh Edith!
After market carnage in China town...
this part of town also smells like a urinal... who knew?
And maybe the reason I keep going back to Europe...
the coffee.
Shakespeare and Company bookstore...
I'm sitting where Ginsberg slept.
Ashley misses Tonka so much...
she befriended this one eared stuffed goat...
which I loving named Van Goat.
The sad thing about a small kitchen is you have to improvise...
sorry about the bedspread stains... please don't keep the deposit...
thank you... the tourist.