21 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.

09/21 Versailles, France

The wind blowing through the trees surrounding Versailles whispered voices from it past.  Is it a revolt?  No it is a revolution.  Words.  Words that had challenged the cast system of the church and the rich.  Science, literature and invention tore the fabric of the aristocrats.  It started here.  A revolution now and then can be healthy thing.  I followed an English speaking tour to gather additional information.  It was a beautiful home but the maintenance bill must have been outrageous.  I guess it is good to be King?  I spent a good deal of time wandering the grounds, relaxing under the trees and since the day was warmer than normal, I enjoyed the mist from the many gorgeous fountains.  With a late arrival back into Paris, again like the night before, I enjoyed a cigarette from the top of the Eiffel tower.  It was such a beautiful view.  But let me tell ya, it is quite a height and for anybody who might be afraid of heights, this would definitely be good material for a bad dream.  After another long day that dragged the life out of me, I was tired and decided that any type of partying was out of the question, I headed straight toward a pillow and a dirty floor.

Through the darkness and the mist, sadness, grows and somehow my soul, it just can’t resist,
those many things, it does not know, the pain, the anger, within these waves of violence, still they remain
unbroken by the silence

The candles wax burns, as it drips down the sides, slowly we turn but I can’t close my eyes
The sounds, the pictures, with every step grow intense and remain,
unbroken by the silence.