In Paris where there are bands every few paces, playing in the streets and parks and bars and pretty much on any horizontal surface, special tickets are issued on public transport so that everyone has an opportunity to visit all corners of the city. It’s fair to say the entire country is “pumping” with a melange of base sounds permeating every corner of every structure.
We’ve spent a few of these wondrous evenings in Paris, and a lot more in other places, so Pamela suggested that rather than merely exploring random bands on the streets, we should adopt a much more dignified approach to our evening.
Perhaps, she suggested, (a week ago admittedly so we had time to purchase tickets) we should head to the Palace of Versailles and view the Royal Serenade, a kind of rolling Baroque music fest which would take us to performances in the forecourt of the Royal Apartments, the Royal Chapel, and in the incredible Hall of Mirrors.
We could then round out the evening by visiting the night fountain show and finally the fireworks in the gardens themselves. To add to the colour of the evening, we could even wear our finest Baroque evening wear if we chose so to do.
Not wishing to look like tourists, and with a decided shortage of lace and silk in our kits, we thought we could blend in well enough in our shorts and shirts, much better suited to an airless evening with temperatures in the mid thirties.
This turned out, given the weather, to be something of a sartorial masterstroke, although we would like to thank all of those who risked heatstroke and particularly those who collapsed from it, for their efforts in setting a scene which made our evening even more enjoyable.
A very fine time was had by all.
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I’ve always wished to see those fountains in action. Lucky you!
Fantastic Peter
What an evening! Well done on circumventing the dress code!
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