The rest of the day seemed like a never ending walk through a consistently beautiful landscape of gardens and palaces and monuments. All in 90-degree weather.And since I was still under the influence of some mighty powerful, misleading, no-snooze formula, Dramamine, it was all a blur. A very hot blur.
So let's see: We walked to the Trianon...looked at bees...walked to the Petit Trainon...looked at flowers...walked...looked at the Grand Canal...saw Marie Antoinette's bed...sat on some steps and fell asleep...got lost looking for the play farm...walked...found the play farm...fell asleep on a bench...walked...ooked at some rabbits and pigs and donkeys...saw two weddings...wished we would have gone to EuroDisney instead......started walking back to the main palace...sat on a bench and fell asleep...saw some kids playing red robin...walked...found a fountain garden...looked for a bathroom...and then finally we headed back to the RER station.
The train was boiling hot, and of course, this is when the dramamine decides to stop working. I started getting dizzy, but it was so hot that I fell asleep anyway. Ha.
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