A walk down the central axis
Versailles, France — Palace and gardens.
Stand at the gatehouse end first.
The line ahead runs dead straight: first paving, then two stretches of still water, then lawns, with a group of bronze statues at the centre, finally gathered in by the woods. Reclining bronze figures lie at the pool's edge, their colour darkened, the water holding clouds and rooftops until a breeze wrinkles it. The trees by the parterres are clipped into cones and balls, standing in rows along the gravel paths, their shadows short enough not to block the way. Many walk here, yet the sound disperses; the further west you go, the more it's only the crunch of gravel underfoot.
Turn into a side avenue and the light suddenly breaks. Two rows of tall trees tunnel the path between them, a small patch of white bright at the end, several minutes to reach. Outside the tree lines are lattice hedges, through which you can see the parterres on the other side. Look back and the palace becomes a gold edge in the distance — only now can you tell how long that straight axis really is.






