My birthday in France was a bitingly cold, overcast day. Probably not the best day to take the family to Versailles, but that’s what we did. After roaming the palace and grounds until we couldn’t stand the cold any longer, we stopped for a snack of pizza and moules frites, and then later that night Tom and I headed to a local bistro for my real birthday dinner. In my rapidly advancing old age, all I want is to celebrate with a good meal, good wine, and good company. Mission accomplished.
Pictures of our romp through Versailles can be found here: