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No, no you are not going slighty music crazy, because that's what I said to you the other day, word for word. You wanna take this to the snow?

Anyways, guess who slept in this morning? When I woke up, Marine had already left for school. Oops. She comes home for lunch, so I can go with her then. But now everyone else has gone to school/ work, so I'm kinda the only one in the house. Oh well, I might as well upload some photos then. Oh crap, the phone's ringing, am I supposed to get it? This is worse than that time at Nicola's house. Because it's in French.

By the way, my phone is finally fixed now, yays.

Nayways, photos:

As promised, the crazy french keyboard. It's not qwerty, it's azerty

Though I really am quite a fan of this little guy

The snow. It felt like a Charles Dickens novel. But in France.

The gardens at the Chateau de Versialles. MASSIVE.

One of the bedrooms at the Grand Trianon. For when the King was tired after his lavish party and couldn't be bothered going all the way back to the Palace. It is a long way.

Me out the front of the gardens. To prove I'm still alive.

There's some guy here whose whole job is just to keep all the clocks at the palace (and there are heaps) running right and at the right time. That's all he does.

Can you imagine? Napoleon! Playing pool!

I couldn't resist. Me, taking MySpace mirror pictures, at the Chateau de Versailles.

What'd you reckon, nice place for the formal?

Remember, this isn't even the main palace.

THIS PLACE HAS ITS OWN SHEEP.

Marie Antionette had her own little farming village built out here. For fun.

Still have a massive hankering for Brownies.
--Caitlin