{"id":9095,"date":"2016-04-03T05:00:12","date_gmt":"2016-04-03T09:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/armenyl.com\/?p=9095"},"modified":"2016-05-29T01:56:18","modified_gmt":"2016-05-29T05:56:18","slug":"sundays-in-versailles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/armenyl.com\/test\/2016\/04\/03\/sundays-in-versailles\/","title":{"rendered":"Sundays in Versailles"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sunday afternoons in Versailles have always been one of my fondest moments in France. I spend it in the delightful company of some of the nicest and kindest people I’ve ever met, in the embrace of a warm sunny afternoon, over tea and the most delicious home cooked meals.<\/p>\n

When I’m in France, I spend most of my time in Versailles in a place that I feel beyond blessed to call home. It feels like a mix between country and Paris–but more country, living in the suburbs of Paris. As much as I love the city life and its upbeat tempo, I’ve always known that I’m a country girl<\/a> at heart, and a home close to vineyards with farm-to-table meals has always been my end goal<\/a>.\u00a0Right now, however, I do love living in the city as long as I can have at least one day like this<\/em> every week.\"Sundays-in-Versailles-by-Armenyl.com-3\" \"Sundays-in-Versailles-by-Armenyl.com-4\"<\/p>\n

When I returned to France\u00a0this year, I couldn’t explain all the emotions that embraced me when I woke up on a Sunday morning in Versailles. The smell of boeuf bourguignon\u00a0cooking in the kitchen, the sun flooding through the hallway, the neighbors\u00a0outside riding their bikes, and Jacques, in the living room practicing on the clavecin before church.\u00a0They were things I had missed dearly!<\/p>\n