Even though I haven't finished day two, I had to start the day 3 blog.
Leslie and I took a train to Versailles to see the palace, which I've heard is amazing. The lines are so long, we can't believe it, so we hop behind the last people in line and hope it moves quickly.
We break out my beginner's Italian book and start going over some basic phrases, then Leslie runs off to find a bathroom.
And then it happened.
While that sucker leaves me in the long lines, I have the invaluable experience of getting pooped on by a pigeon. In my hair.
Let me just say that again for affect. A pigeon, flying above, decides to release a present to the earth below, and it lands on me. In my hair.
Clean wipes are the greatest invention since sliced bread. Forget computers, they can't do anything for you while you've got pigeon excrement in your hair. Clean wipes saved my life.
Welcome to Versailles.
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