When it comes to Versailles, I would actually end up writing a history textbook as an account of our trip. The Chateau was home to any king with the name Louis between the 16th and 19th centuries and his 5000 closest friends and servants, so the history is as rich as the decorations. And then there is the labyrinth of gardens which you could easily get lost in for days. Really, all I can do to describe it is offer some pictures.
I loved the gardens so much I decided to become a permanent feature of them.
In France, it's no big deal taking a field trip to play games in the Versailles gardens.
See that tiny thing in the background? That's the massive chateau from about halfway down the center of the gardens.
Even the "petit" palace built just for Madame de Pompadour is obscenely extravagant.
But the gardens, as spectacular as they were, could not compete with the extravagance of the chateau.
Especially the Hall of Mirrors. I can't imagine the women who lived here ever made it from one end to the other without stopping to check their hair and makeup at least three times.
Marie Antoinette, how did you even find your bed with this wallpaper/bedspread combo?
And of course, there were paintings covering every wall, the most famous being David's replica of his own painting, "Coronation of Napolean"
For a history fiend like me, it was really amazing wandering the halls and learning more about France's most notorious kings. But there was still so much in Paris for me to enjoy. So "adieu" Versailles. 
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