I first went to Versailles in 1986 on a cold November day. I was surprisingly moved as I encountered this vast open space. Often in New York I conjured up this memory and was comforted. I saw Versailles for the second time in April 2004 when it was sunny and warm. I remember seeing the triangular topiaries against the blue sky with the Grand Canal in the distance. As I began to walk around the Canal I discovered the restaurant, La Flotille by the boat dock at Le Petit Venise. I could barely wrest myself away from Versailles at 7:00 when the gardens closed. Leaving felt like an unexpected separation from something that had given me a sense of tremendous possibilities and I realized I had to come back.