...and Johnsons! Nice placement of the fig leaf! Actually, most of the time they didn't even bother with the leaf!
Check out the massive fireplace. Almost every room (of which there were hundreds) had a fireplace and many of them were this size. Those Oregon tree huggers are going berzerc just thinking about it.
Ever wondered what kind of bedroom an egomaniac would choose to sleep in? Wonder no more. Here is the kings bedroom. Or rather part of the bedroom since I couldn't fit it all in a single picture. (Sorry about the blurriness--not sure what happened there. I still had to include it though.) Just out of frame in the picture is a paneled, almost hidden, door where he would sneak out to meet his mistresses or sneak his mistresses in-whichever was the case for that night. I think the queens room had one too so that he could visit her when he got tired of everyone else. You saw the kings room, now check out the queens. This was extensively remodeled by Marie Antoinette to reflect her own taste---right before she met Madame Guillotine. Evidently she had her babies here in this very room being closely watched by as many people as they could squeeze in here--so as to make sure that no tricksies were played in naming the royal heir to the throne. Sometimes I'm so glad that I'm so normal.
This is the view looking toward the palace across the private lake.
The gardens were every bit as impressive as the house. They literally went on for miles. They were formal gardens with hundreds of statues, ornamentals and fountains, groomed shrubbery and beautiful flowers as well as sprawling grassy areas, reflecting pools, mini lakes and groomed tree-lined walkways. As you wandered along the paths among the trees you would come to hidden away areas that would open up into a fountain/lounging area or some other little nook and cranny place within the overall gardens. Very fun.
One more aspect of the palace as seen from the gardens. This is the view looking towards what would be the Hall of Mirrors.
As you can see, with just this sampling of pictures, (which is really not even a drop in the bucket) it was an amazing, experience. It's hard to imagine that people really do live like that. I guess, when it is all said and done however, I can honestly say, I wouldn't trade my relatively unimportant, inconsequential, and insignificant life for theirs. My privacy and my trust in my husband and the values learned from being "real" are more valuable to me than any of that worldly glitz and glamour. I'll take my little home with my beautiful views, my four great kids and my best friend for a husband any day of the week and twice on Sunday.