I was at the Metropolitan Museum’s “contributors to Versailles” exhibition. I was standing before a large version of the Ambassadors’ Staircase, an elaborate replica of a structure that once provided a grand approach for emissaries on their way to seem until the Sun King.
The initial ’s incredible mixture of frescoes, marble, alabaster and gilding was represented in the version, the center piece which, needless to say, has been the magnificent staircase.
Like I stood , an diminutive older woman and man gave and stopped exactly the repeat the formerly more. The girl flipped into the man.
“No hand-rails,” she grumbled.