Our last day in Paris was a beautiful one in contempt of weather predictions, so in spite of how tired we were, we made the long hoped-for journey out to Versailles. The palace is gilt and grand, but we turned and wandered through pretty streets to find the original kitchen garden, Potager du Roi.
My sweetheart photographed the gardens while we pottered about with the children, wishing we could pull up the frothy green carrots, and that the pears were ripe enough to pinch.
Admiring the warm walls, the cordoned fruit trees, rows of artichokes, strawberries, cabbages, so much gorgeous food.
Pretending we were French royalty, obsessing over peas. Or head gardeners. Or horticultural students. It was a delight.