I had this whole witty schpeal about theatre and Marie Antoinette and how much I love both and how I squealed when I saw the little village for the first time (which had become a pilgrimage of sorts for me) and about how Marie had this thing about playing pretend and escapism and Rousseau. . .but the internet here at the Nice studio is less than reliable. It was all lost and now I must jet to catch the train that will take me to Paris that will take me home. So enjoy.

And just know how charming it is.

And how much I want to help it be a better museum space.

And just come on, it's darling and nuts. What a fantastic combination.

She used porcelain milk buckets. People lived here and worked the farm . . .she just would come and play the part of milkmaid whenever she felt like it (here, in the original post was a rather good joke about method acting. . . but it is lost). I just wanted to share this: the best bit of Versailles.