I can now say I’d helped a drunk man find his airplane seat while at 39,000 feet in the air. May I never have to experience that again. Oh look, France! If you’ve only ever visited Paris you’ve not seen the real France. Hopefully I can get into the countryside during this trip.

My Airbnb is a few blocks from the palace. It’s also a block away from the oldest farmers market in the world. This one was started in the 1500s and happens three times a week.





With all the delicious French food around all of the American fast food restaurants were jammed with French people, young and old. I never saw less than 50-100 people waiting to order or get food. Burger King, McDonalds, KFC.. all jammed.

After a short 4 hour nap I wanted to see the neighborhood. What a change from when I laid down. The market was gone.

It’s 9pm and still sunny. Perfect to capture some of Versailles.







While I was walking around a music festival has appeared in the area which earlier held the farmers market. Europe does a great job of finding ways for the public to enjoy themselves in public gatherings.

I’m done, need dinner and sleep. Bread, two kinds of cheese = $6 total. Dessert was a splurge at 12e for 10 macaroon.
Views like this on my patio are why you travel. You’re not getting this in the states. Bedtime.
Tomorrow – masquerade ball in the Palace of Versailles. If I can stay awake until dawn then it’ll be breakfast in Marie Antoniette’s place.













