Last day in Paris, so we HAD to do Versailles. With my fabulous new sneakers, gel pads, supportive tape and the cane, I made it to the Palace. At that point, we rented a golf cart to tour around the gardens and the Grand Canal, as well as glimpses of Grande and Petite Trianons.
After a quick cafe lunch, we turned in our golf cart and borrowed a wheel chair. Felt silly, but it was absolutely necessary, as by the time we finished the tour and made it back to the train, my feet felt like someone was stabbing them with burning knives. Huge thank you to Jacob for pushing me around in the chair and for the amazing staff. They have the wheelchair thing down to a science! I don’t think I could have made it otherwise.
Lovely gardens, history in every foot and a fairly easy commute (except for the taxi drivers who refused to take us to the train station in Versailles as the journey was too short to make it worth their time. Is that legal?).
Now to pack and organize (and rest) before our night bus to Amsterdam.
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