I took a day trip to the Chateau of Versailles,
with another student, who was fluent in French.
Versailles is only ten kilometres south-west of Paris,
so it was still early morning when we got out
at the Versailles Left Bank station.
There was much to see in limited time.
We walked through the gateway, Mansard's grille
there, and some statues still.
I felt peaceful, strolling in the Gardens hand-in hand.
'It's a pity we missed the two Trianons, she said.
'That's for another day', I replied
as we went back to the station in the twilight,
in love with France and each other, for a while.
- 26-29 August,2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
See if you can squeeze in 'the sound of walking on white gravel', Michael