December 3, 2007
I went to the museum to admire Marie Antoinette's few remaining possessions from the Petit Trianon. The Petit Trianon was her refuge from the formal insanities of Court life, where she could let down her powdered hair and relax. I wish my camping were like Marie Antoinette's, with the "plain" furniture and porcelain and swishy gowns, instead of peed-on deflating air mattresses and no furniture. Granted, I only lose my head figuratively and she lost hers literally, but I think we would have quite liked each other. The exhibit certainly impressed me with her flawless taste and remarkably forward-thinking ideas.