It’s a beautiful day. The light breeze is cool but comfortable on your skin. The sun’s warmth feels wonderful as a counterbalance upon your face.
You’re looking out across the garden that seems to extend as far as the eye can see. Your lovely sun dress moves gently, in the wind.
“It’s almost as lovely as you”. The voice startles you. It’s a man’s voice. One you recognize but you were so deep in thought. You’re a million miles away.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I thought you heard me coming”. In a low voice, standing beside you, overlooking the garden.
“Versailles is amazing, no?” I ask.
A smile forms upon your lovely face.
“What were you thinking? Anything I should be concerned about?”
My question is a playful one.
“Only if we don’t make it to the top of the Eiffel Tower”. You turn to me and giggle a bit.
“We have time,” I reply. “This place is stunning. So ornate. So much hand crafted. So much history.”
“Did you see all you wanted to see or have you missed anything? Or do you want to take another look at anything?” I ask.