[credit: © RMN (Musée du Louvre) /Michèle Bellot]
"He cut my hair, I stepped on his foot.
When you look up, clouds; when you look down, the same. Blue sky and clouds, suddenly, water. Suddenly against the blue sky a spray of jewels.
Pardon, monsieur, I said. I did not mean to do it."
--Kathryn Davis, Versailles: A Novel
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