After a week of good food, late nights, and easy living with Olivier in Tours, another opportunity dropped right into my lap — too good to pass up.
Olivier’s older brother and sister-in-law lived in Paris and had offered me their apartment for the weekend while they were traveling. I arrived Friday evening, September 28, after a 90-minute ride from Tours on the TGV — France’s high-speed train — and settled into their place.
The speed of the train blew my mind!
We were flying through the French countryside at nearly 190 mph. Looking out the window, everything was just a blur. It felt smooth, powerful, and like something out of the future.
I had the entire next day — Saturday, September 29 — to explore Paris on my own. Unlike most days up to this point, I actually had a loose plan, with some places I definitely wanted to see. My first stop was the Palace of Versailles, home of King Louis XIV.
I took a combination of the metro, a couple of buses, and walked the rest of the way. Unlike Buckingham Palace in London, which left me unimpressed, Versailles completely overwhelmed me. The palace was enormous, opulent, and extravagant — a far cry from The Dome, the college party house I had been living in back in Kearney.
Walking through the Hall of Mirrors, seeing paintings bigger than any I had ever imagined, and looking out over gardens and fountains that seemed to stretch to the horizon… it all made me feel incredibly small. It was one of the first places on this trip that really drove home how different European history felt compared to what I had grown up with back home in Nebraska.
I spent a few hours wandering the building and grounds, taking photographs, and trying to absorb it all. Even though I was on a tight budget and still traveling alone, I was loving every minute of it.
One thing was still weighing on me though — I still hadn’t found my missing journal. I remember thinking about it on the train ride into Paris, wondering ‘where in the world is it?!?’
Because of that, I’m writing these memories from memory now in 2026.
Nymph of Summer
This reclining statue is one of many classical nymphs that decorate the gardens of the Palace of Versailles. These figures were part of a massive sculptural program commissioned by Louis XIV in the 1670s and 1680s. Most of the reclining female statues represent nymphs associated with nature, fertility, or the seasons. The fruit and flowers surrounding her suggest that this particular figure symbolizes Summer or Abundance.
The majority of these statues were installed between 1675 and 1685. They were designed to glorify the grandeur of Versailles and to reinforce the image of Louis XIV as the “Sun King,” bringing order and beauty to the natural world.
My Photographs from today in paris
My first stop was the Palace of Versailles, home to King Louis XIV.
Looking Back from 2026
After a full week of slowing down in Tours with Olivier — eating well, staying up late, and living like a local — I suddenly found myself on a high-speed train into Paris. The contrast was sharp. One minute I was relaxed and comfortable, and the next I was flying through the French countryside at nearly 190 mph, heading into one of the most famous cities in the world with a free apartment waiting for me.
Versailles left a real impression on me. Walking through the Hall of Mirrors and out into those enormous gardens made me feel small in a way I hadn’t experienced before. It was so far removed from the life I had been living back in Kearney — the parties at The Dome, the casual chaos of college — that it almost felt like visiting another planet. I remember thinking how different European history felt compared to what I had grown up with.
The next spot I wanted to visit during my day in Paris was a cultural shrine to many people in my generation… Jim Morrison’s grave in the Père Lachaise Cemetery.
