Anyhow. So, add in the French aristocracy — whose decadence and opulence has never been topped, in the history of the world, possibly. And add in the way the aristocracy was deposed. And you have the greatest story imaginable, right? Rise and rise and rise and rise and — then — cataclysmic fall. Decapitation.
When I saw that the Hall of Mirrors at the Palace of Versailles had re-opened today, after a restoration, I was a 13-year old kid again, traveling through Europe with my parents. In 1989, I stood at this exact place (like so many tourists) and thought: These mirrors are tarnished.
So: Good work on fixing that, France. I’d really be happy if this were my writing studio. Do you think the people of Paris would mind? I’d put a desk — a small desk — to one side of the hallway. You’d hardly even notice.