The gardens are huge and spectacular. It must cost a fortune to maintain them.
Sorry, folks, but lunch wasn't particularly French or particularly interesting. We got baked potatoes from a street vendor just outside the Grand Trianon. I had smoked salmon and creme fraiche on mine, Janet had a plain potato, and John had one with chili. There were no tables, but we managed to eat them sitting on a park bench.
Today's cheeses: Munster and Camembert