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A flamboyant lady

15 Jan

A gorgeous portrait by John Singleton Copley of Abigail Bromfield, Mrs Daniel Dennison Rogers, painted in around 1784.

I’ve loved this painting ever since I came across it while studying for my degree. I love the drama, the shimmering colours, the rich colours of the sunset in the background, the wildness of the sky and the archly questioning look in the sitter’s eyes.

I’ve had a bit of a love/hate relationship with the artist ever since my very first week on my degree course at Nottingham University. I foolishly volunteered to lead the very first seminar, only to discover that it was to be about Copley’s best known work, which depicts some sailors tussling with a shark. I have an extreme shark phobia, so it didn’t go very well as I couldn’t bring myself to say the S Word, look at the picture or touch any pages that had it on. My next seminar, on the topic of Benjamin West’s painting of the death of General Wolfe, was not destined to go much better though, with no such excuse.

A row of handsome gentlemen

9 Jan

Les gentilhommes du duc d’Orléans dans l’habit de Saint-Cloud by Félix Philippoteaux (1839) after Louis Carrogis dit Carmontelle (1770).

This is a jolly painting for a crisp winter morning isn’t it?

The pulchritudinous Honourable Mrs Graham

7 Jan

Mrs Graham was a renowned beauty, who had additional bonus exotic points for having been raised in Russia where her father, Baron Cathcart was Ambassador to the court of Catherine the Great. Her arrival back in England must have been akin to the return from Paris of Anne Boleyn two centuries earlier and it is no surprise that her husband was passionately in love with her. It is said that he once rode ninety miles in pouring rain to their country seat to fetch her a necklace that she wanted to wear to a ball in Edinburgh that night. No mean feat.

Sadly for her husband and dozens of ardent admirers, poor Mary was stricken with tuberculosis and began to waste away, becoming extremely frail and weak in the process although her beauty was apparently very little diminished. It was during a restorative holiday in Brighton that she was to be introduced to today’s other great beauty, Georgiana of Devonshire and the two became the best of friends, in fact some might say that they were more than friends.

It’s hard to say for certain what happened between Mary and Georgiana as most of their friendship was necessarily conducted by letter and the languishing, affectionate language used between women of the time may well seem laden with significance and innuendo to twentieth first century eyes but was just conventional in the eighteenth century and nothing out of the ordinary in a culture where sensibility and sincere friendship, amité were much admired and considered to be the ideal.

Desperate to improve his wife’s failing health, her husband took her to Nice in Spring 1792, where it was hoped that the more salubrious climate would help her recover or at least be more comfortable. Sadly she was to die on the 26th June and he would be faced with the difficulties of transporting her corpse back through a France that was ravaged by revolution and insurrection. Horribly, her coffin was opened in Toulouse by a group of French soldiers and mistreated, which must have added terribly to her widower’s grief.

The beautiful Mrs Graham was buried in a mausoleum in Methven and, unable to deal with his grief, her husband first covered her most famous portrait with a length of white cloth then decided to give it to her sister as he just couldn’t bear to look upon her face. The painting was later given to the National Gallery of Scotland, on condition that it was never allowed to leave the country. In contrast to her other portrait by Gainsborough, which now resides in Washington.

Mr Graham would initially try to cope with the loss of his adorable wife with a lot of foreign travel but the incident at Toulouse appears to have preyed on his mind, leading him to a great loathing and hatred of the French in general and French soldiers in particular which in turn seems to have influenced his decision to join the army and take part in the war against them. This could have ended badly but on the contrary he became well known for his gallantry and heroism.

The belle Marquise de la Fare

7 Jan

This exquisite piece is a portrait by Jean Honoré Fragonard of Gabrielle de Riquet de Caraman, the Marquise de la Fare, probably painted in 1775 at the time of her marriage to the Comte de la Fare. Gabrielle-Françoise-Victoire de Caraman was born on 28th June 1755 the daughter of the Marquis de Caraman and his wife, Marie-Anne de Hénin Liétard, a daughter of the Prince de Chimay.

Fragonard isn’t best known for his portraits, as he tended more towards genre pieces or softly lascivious private commissions for the aristocracy. It’s a shame that he didn’t produce more likenesses really as the portraits that do survive are quite lovely.

Writing update

22 May

Well, Before The Storm is almost finished and I find myself gripped by that peculiar fear that strikes towards the end of any writing project. I’m almost paralysed with fear and can hardly bring myself to write anything because as soon as it is finished, I will have to tackle the edits and also think seriously about its ultimate fate. Or maybe it’s just me?

I have a couple of agents interested in looking at my work, which is nice but I really enjoy self publishing so am undecided. Of course, they’ll probably hate it so it’s moot, but if they do, I think I’ll feel a bit relieved actually as then I can get the divinely talented Liza Falzon to design me the gorgeous cover I’ve been daydreaming about and I can get cracking with launching this book myself.

I have to finish it first though. I’ve reached June 1792 and one character has just woken up in her bedroom, which is cheerily decorated with tricolor striped wallpaper, while another is anxiously watching the crowds begin to mass outside the Tuileries palace. This is my last book for a while about the French Revolution so I’m making the most of it! The tone is becoming progressively darker – the early chapters were light and full of gilt and silk and chatter, but oh how times have changed. Just look at this David portrait from 1792…

I love the change in fashion though – whereas earlier I was describing shimmering silks, sequins, lace edgings and opulent rose scented brocades, it’s now all about the stripes and a much more becoming silhouette. Times may have been terrifying but at least one could still look elegant.

In the meantime, my second book, Blood Sisters, which is set during the French Revolution will be out this summer, which is very thrilling! I have just been working on my publicity pack for it, which involved coming up with enticingly worded descriptions of my work and shyly badgering the very very lovely Catherine Delors and Susan Higginbotham (both writers that I admire very much so I was tremulous with fear and excitement when I asked them) for author endorsements for the cover.

Oh, the cover – I’ve also had to supply some keywords and ideas for the cover design, which was very exciting. I know precisely what I would LIKE it to look like (winsome girl in white muslin a la reine with a red ribbon around her neck and a misty Versailles and guillotine in the background), but am really looking forward to seeing what they come up with. Judging by the other Embrace covers, it will be gorgeous.

I’m off to Cumbria in a couple of weeks to poke around castles, bemoan the lack of vegan food, swim every day and finish off Before The Storm. I can’t wait! I’m also taking a big box full of research books for my next project, which is a novel about Minette, the sister of Charles II and sister in law of Louis XIV. I’ve been quietly acquiring a mountain of books about her life and times and feel so excited about this novel! I want to go back to Paris and Versailles later this year to do some more research – I’ve always visited with ‘eighteenth century’ eyes in the past so I want to spend a week discovering the seventeenth century city instead. This appeals to my Archaeological training – this peeling away of layers to reveal another city lurking underneath.

Unusually, visiting Minette’s birthplace will involve a half hour drive down to Exeter. I love that her brother used to call her an ‘Exeter woman’ and after her untimely death, gave the city a gorgeous full length portrait of her, which still hangs in the Exeter Guildhall. I will be paying it a visit next time I am there.

I’m even considering returning to English Civil War re-enactment as part of my research. Not the Sealed Knot as I don’t think that would be a good idea for various reasons, but maybe the ECWS. Dave would make an excellent pikeman and the boys would enjoy it too. Hm.

I’ll leave you with this divine rose pink 1660s bodice in the collection of the Victoria and Albert Museum. Can’t you just imagine Princess Henrietta in this or maybe the beauteous Nell Gwynne?

Exciting things to come!

16 May

I have a couple of exciting things coming up for this blog that I’d like to share with you! The cool thing to do, of course, would be to keep schtum and for it all to be a lovely surprise but I’m afraid that isn’t how I roll. I’m an impatient, excitable sort of person, you see.

First of all, I will be attending the advance press day of the glorious new exhibition Dressing the Stars, which will be running from the 12th July until the 29th August at Bath Fashion Museum! This show sounds utterly gorgeous and will include costumes from The Duchess, Elizabeth, Pirates of the Caribbean, Sense and Sensibility, The Young Victoria, The King’s Speech, Gladiator, Shakespeare in Love and more.

On display will be around forty costumes worn by stars including Colin Firth and Helena Bonham Carter in The King’s Speech and those worn by Keira Knightley in The Duchess, much of which was shot at the Assembly Rooms in Bath. Other costumes on display will include those worn by Kate Winslet and Emma Thompson in Sense and Sensibility, Orlando Bloom in Pirates of the Caribbean, Cate Blanchett in Elizabeth, Gwyneth Paltrow in Shakespeare in Love, and Meryl Streep in The French Lieutenant’s Woman.’

Can’t wait to see it and report back to you all!

July looks like it’s going to be a busy month for Madame Guillotine as I will also be making a trip to Kensington Palace to see the gorgeous and magical Enchanted Palace exhibition in the state apartments there and also, more excitingly, meet with one of the curators of the costume departments for a behind the scenes view of some pieces from their amazing collection of Royal ceremonial garments. I don’t know yet what I will be seeing, as they will be choosing them for me which makes it even more exciting!

What I do know is that I won’t be seeing the Duchess of Cambridge’s wedding dress!

As we don’t go to London all that often these days, we’ve decided to go for a couple of days so that the boys can go to the Doctor Who Experience at Earl’s Court. We’ll also be visiting the Natural History Museum, Science Museum, Victoria and Albert Museum, Tate Gallery and Dennis Severs’ House in Spitalfields. I may try to get to the Titanic exhibition at the O2 as well, but it sounds like we already have our days packed with goodies! It’s just a pity that I will be there too soon to visit Buckingham Palace, but I can always go later on in the year when I see the Fabergé exhibition.

Rest assured that I will have my rather scary new camera with me at all times so that I can report back to you all afterwards!

More treats that I have in store for you include an interview with one of my all time favourite writers, Karleen Koen, whose new book Before Versailles: A Novel of Louis XIV is due out on the 28th of June. I can’t wait to read it, although this will mean breaking my rule of not reading novels set in the same period that I am currently writing about as I’ll be immersed in Louis XIV’s Versailles myself at the end of June!

Marie Antoinette meets Madame du Barry for the first time

15 May

15th of May, 1770, La Muette.

There was a private dinner party tonight in the beautiful pale green and gold dining room in La Muette. It was for the royal family only and after being met at the door by the King himself who took me gracefully by the hand and led me, blushing and self conscious into the room, I was finally introduced to the Dauphin’s two younger brothers the Comte de Provence, a sly looking fat youth only a few weeks younger than myself with sleepy brown eyes and the youngest of the trio, the Comte d’Artois, who is the best looking of the princes with a distinctly Italianate look about him and full, sensual lips.

The Comte de Provence almost made me laugh behind my fan when he gave me a quick look up and down rather as all the ladies do. ‘I am very pleased to meet you at last,’ he intoned with a heavy courtesy in German. ‘I have been studying your language with my tutor,’ he said when I looked surprised and perhaps I imagined it but did I detect a hint of triumph in the look that he shot towards the Dauphin? ‘I thought it would be nice for someone to greet you in your own tongue.’ No, I didn’t imagine it at all, he was definitely trying to get one over his elder brother.

I turned to the Comte d’Artois, whose dark eyes met mine admiringly. ‘I do hope that when it is time for me to marry they find a princess as pretty as you,’ he said with a charming smile as he raised my hand to his lips with a practised grace. It is hard to believe that he is only twelve years old as he seems far older both in appearance and manners.


With an air of regret the King passed my hand to the Dauphin, who without looking at me stiffly walked to the table, which was lit by dozens of candelabra and covered with luscious blooming pink, peach and yellow Peonies, gleaming silverware, fine crystal glasses and a beautiful Sèvres dinner service.

‘How pretty everything looks,’ I remarked to my husband in a pleasant manner.

He gave a tiny shrug. ‘I suppose that it is.’ He stared down miserably at his plate and played nervously with the silver fork that lay beside it.

I watched him for a moment in silence, trying desperately to think of something, anything that I could say that would at least make him look at me or show some enthusiasm. ‘Do you enjoy hunting?’ was all that I could think of and inwardly I kicked myself.

‘Yes, I do.’ The Dauphin still didn’t look at me and there was another long pause as he played with his fork and tried to think of something else to say. ‘Do you hunt?’

I shook my head. ‘No, alas.’ I caught the eye of the Princesse de Lamballe, who was sitting near the end of the table, next to her sister-in-law, the Duchesse de Chartres and we shared a shy smile. It made me feel so much better to have a friend amongst the guests, especially when I allowed my gaze to wander about the table and realized that everyone present was staring at me with the same expressions of mixed curiosity and hostility.


Everyone that is except the extremely pretty blonde with melting blue eyes and a charming smile who sat at the far end of the table and whose long lashed eyes regarded me with a disconcerting degree of frank amusement. She was beautifully dressed in a lace edged gown of shimmering pale gold silk that gleamed in the candlelight and revealed rather more of her opulent bosom than was perhaps strictly necessary and the more I looked at her, the more I began to feel that my own carefully chosen gown of pale pink satin trimmed with pink ribbons, diamonds and exquisite lace was hopelessly and embarrassingly gauche.

I stared back at her in envious resentment then quickly turned away with a blush when she caught my eye, winked and sardonically raised her wine glass to me in a silent toast.

I leaned towards the Dauphin, who was enthusiastically chewing on a chicken leg and not paying the slightest bit of attention to any of the conversations about the table or any of the other guests. ‘Who is that pretty lady at the end of the table?’ I whispered, making sure that I did not allow my eyes to slide again in her direction.

He looked up at me then with a startled expression. ‘What?’ His mouth hung slightly open as he frowned and peered past me, his eyes screwed up as he tried to see past the rich gleam of the candles and silverware. ‘What lady?’ I felt myself go crimson lest she overhear him and began to wish that I had not asked.

His cousin, Madame de Chartres who was sitting on his other side came to my rescue and leaned languidly across him with a smile to whisper: ‘That, my dear one, is Madame la Comtesse du Barry.’

The name was not familiar to me and I did not remember my Abbé ever mentioning anyone of this name to me. ‘Who is she? What is her position at court?’


Madame de Chartres began to laugh while the Dauphin frowned down at his plate, looking as though he wished he could be anywhere else. I had already noticed that his ears went quite pink when he felt embarrassed and now they were glowing scarlet beneath his white, powdered wig.

‘Her position at court?’ The Duchesse hid a smile behind her diamond encrusted fan. ‘Well, let me see, Madame la Comtesse’s position is to… amuse his Majesty.’ She spoke in an exaggerated whisper and I was mortified when a muted ripple of laughter swept down the table.

I did not immediately understand her. Why would I? ‘Then I would like to be her rival,’ I said rather stiffly with an affectionate look at King Louis, who was pretending not to listen to our conversation. ‘I too would like to amuse his Majesty.’  I met his eyes and he smiled and like Madame du Barry raised his glass to me.

The Dauphin looked up then, finally, from his meal and fixed his eyes upon me for a moment as though he had only just realized that I was there and was seeing me for the very first time. He looked as though he would have liked to have said something but after a few seconds he looked away again and the moment had gone.

I glanced down the table at Madame du Barry and saw that she was still staring at me, only this time with a hint of defiance. I do not think that we are going to become friends.


Silly, gossipy Madame de Chartres filled in the gaps after dinner as we walked arm in arm to the lovely yellow and gold salon, where there was to be a recital by some of the stars of the Paris Opéra.

‘How pretty we look together,’ she said, posing in front of one of the enormous gilt framed mirrors that lined the gallery. ‘It is so nice to have another young person to talk to.’ I looked at our reflections and had to agree that we looked charming together in our frothy pastel dresses, our eyes starry and cheeks delicately flushed thanks to a little too much wine and our powdered and scented hair tumbling in ringlets about our shoulders.

‘Who is Madame du Barry?’ I asked in a whisper, looking around carefully to ensure that the lady was not in earshot. ‘She is very pretty but, I think, not one of us.’

‘Not one of us?’ the Duchesse trilled with laughter. ‘No, no, most assuredly not!’ She leaned closer so that I was overpowered by her heavy violet and rose scent and whispered in my ear. ‘I do not know all the details but what I do know is all perfectly shocking, my dear! Apparently Madame la Comtesse is the illegitimate daughter of a common seamstress and a monk!’ She drew back to observe my reaction and then, clearly satisfied with what she saw, carried on. ‘I have also heard that she plied her trade on the streets before she found a wealthy protector and that she was passed from man to man until she caught His Majesty’s eye and found herself at Versailles.’

I could not hide my shock. In all my pampered, sheltered life no one, not even Amalia who could be counted on to divulge pretty much anything no matter how shocking, had ever spoken to me about such matters and yet here was the pretty Duchesse de Chartres, a girl not much older than myself, talking about it as though it was just a matter of course.

‘Now, now, do not look so scandalized!’ Madame de Chartres said with a giggle. ‘You will have to get used to such things if you are going to live amongst us all at Versailles! The whole palace is a hotbed of gossip and intrigue.’ She gave me a pitying look and I could tell that she found me rather disappointing, all things considered. ‘You aren’t excessively devout are you?’


‘I don’t know. No, I don’t think so.’ I blushed, crossing my fingers behind my back and feeling like I was betraying Mama with every word that dropped from my lips. However, Mama was hundreds of miles away in Vienna and I was here, in Paris and all alone.

The Duchesse gave me a quick shrewd look then shrugged her glittering shoulders and carried on. ‘We were all terribly shocked when we found out that Madame la Comtesse du Barry had been invited to the dinner party tonight. It was supposed to be for family only and she may well be the King’s mistress but that certainly doesn’t make her one of us, does it?’ She pulled an exquisite painted porcelain snuff box from her bosom and flicked it open before offering it to me. ‘Do you?’ She smiled at my disgusted expression. ‘Ah, no, you do not.’ She tapped some out on to her wrist and sniffed deeply. ‘I could not believe my ears when I heard that the King had invited that woman here but what can we do? He is the master here and we have no option but to do as he says or find ourselves shipped off to the provinces, there to kick our poor heels amidst the cows and rustics.’ She shook her pretty feather covered head dolefully . ‘No, no, that would not do at all and so, my dear one, we endure and so must you.’

Oh really?

Excerpt taken from my novel The Secret Diary of a Princess, which is available for Kindle from Amazon UK for a mere £2.30 and Amazon US for $3.69.

This book is scrumptious from beginning to end. I loved reading every page of it. Melanie has a gift for description – you can feel, smell, taste, see and hear it all as if you were there in the midst of it all. Antonia is so endearing, mischievous and lovable … a girl I would have loved to have been friends with. The diary-style of the book was fantastic; reading all her innermost thoughts as if you were her closest friend in the world. From Vienna to Versailles I traveled with Antonia; felt her happiness and her sorrows as if they were my own. One of those books that you just want to hug once you are finished. And I didn’t want it to end. (Melanie! Write more! *grins*) A definite “must-read“.’ – review by a person that I have never met!

A visit to Versailles

6 May

On this day, the 6th May 1682, Louis XIV moved his court to Versailles. To mark this momentous occasion and also that of my humble blog passing 400,000 page views (thank you!), I thought I would post some of the photographs that I took during my last visit to Versailles.

Marie Antoinette and countless others got married beneath this beautiful ceiling! Imagine kneeling beneath this vivid display while saying your prayers – it really must have felt like you were sending them directly up to Heaven itself…

A young, heroic Louis XIV, looking very different to (reality?) how he would appear in later portraits. He was a handsome fellow though, by all accounts. I still prefer his first cousin, Charles II of England though…

The beautiful, witty and rather sinister Madame de Montespan surrounded by her children by Louis XIV. I love how Louise peeps through the artfully placed hedgerow. One of the things that always intrigues me about Madame de Montespan is that we are told that she and her circle of intimates had their own idiom that they used when talking to each other (like the Duchess Georgiana of Devonshire and her chums) and I’d love to know what that actually sounded like!

Marie Leczinska, Louis XV’s pious Polish wife. The angle that I took this from makes her dress looks all the more ballooning and her head absolutely pin like in comparison. I love the jaunty little spaniel at her feet. Poor Marie – she complained that Louis was always pestering her for sex (‘always in bed, always pregnant, always giving birth’ she is said to have complained) and used to make up random and increasingly obscure saint’s days so that she could turf him out of her bedroom. She also kept the grotesquely decorated skull of the seventeenth century courtesan Ninon de Lenclos at her side, calling it her ‘Mignonne’. How very goth.

One of the many thousands of beautiful chandeliers in the château. It wasn’t very busy when we were there last but there were enough people for me to realise that if I wanted to get reasonable shots then lifting my camera towards the ceiling was definitely the best bet! Can you see the famous portrait of Louis XIV on the wall? According to tradition this room always had this portrait of the original King of Versailles on one wall and one of whoever the current King was on the other – this space is currently inhabited by a large full length picture of Louis XVI, the last King of Versailles.

A throne in what would have been used as the throne room on state occasions. This hasn’t always been in here so must have been added as part of the most recent round of improvements. It looks good though, and gives visitors an idea of how the château would have been used in its heyday. When I first visited in 1989, it was still relatively empty in comparison to how it is now.

The ante chamber before you enter the legendary Hall of Mirrors. This one is ‘war’ themed, while the one next to the Queen’s bedroom at the very end is ‘peace’ themed.

A view across the parterre from the window of the Hall of Mirrors. I keep meaning to photoshop courtiers over the tourists!

Another view from the window. In the corner you can see the mad little bus that takes people down to the Trianons.

Another view of the ante chamber, this time showing the marble warlike Louis XIV on the wall.

Self portrait reflected in the famous mirrors. They aren’t the originals, but who cares? I have bare feet as we foolhardedly decided to walk from the Opéra to the Louvre then down the Champs Elysées to the Arc de Triomphe and THEN on to the Eiffel Tower the night before and my feet were killing me! We went to the Louvre for the evening opening after leaving Versailles and I got told off for having bare feet in front of the Mona Lisa! Speaking of the Mona Lisa – did you know that the painting used to hang at Versailles?

View towards the ceiling in the Hall of Mirrors.

Beautiful gilt statues that line the gallery. In the times of Kings, the royal family and their attendants would walk in a procession down the Hall of Mirrors to get to the chapel for morning Mass and all the court and anyone dressed well enough to be admitted to Versailles would gather to watch them go past, making it the most opulent corridor in all the world.

More of the Hall of Mirrors.

The chubby little cherubs that ornament one of the chandelier plinths in the gallery.

The end wall of the gallery and my husband looking totally fed up!

The ceiling of the ‘peace’ ante chamber at the other end.

Louis XIV had himself depicted in a warlike state, while Louis XV prefered to be painted in a state of peace, with his twin baby daughters beside him.

Some photographs of Marie Antoinette’s bedroom at Versailles. It’s a bit over the top isn’t it? It’s funny really though that technically this is simply the ‘Queen’s’ bedroom but the other residents don’t really get a mention, it is and always will be the bedroom of Marie Antoinette. Can you see the portrait of Marie Antoinette’s mother, the Empress Maria Theresa above the mirror?

View of the mantelpiece, where a beautiful bust of Marie Antoinette stands, looking out haughtily over the millions of visitors who pass by every year.

The hidden door beside the bed, which Marie Antoinette used to make her escape from the mob in October 1789. I have actually been through the door and down the very corridor, thanks to a cunning ploy of pretending to have a headache on one of my visits. The very kindly guard took me past the balustrade and within touching distance of the royal bed then through the door and down the corridor to the Oeuil de Boeuf room that lies at the other end. It was amazing.

The bed, complete with reconstructions of the beautiful fabric that Marie Antoinette used in summer (the decor of this room was regularly updated and would be changed every year with the seasons). It has flowers, ribbons and peacock feathers intertwined.

Another view of the bedroom. Never mind the Hall of Mirrors or even the King’s bedroom on the other side of the château, this was the very heart of Versailles and the place that everyone wanted to be admitted to. Although Marie Antoinette actually prefered to sleep in a smaller, cosier room elsewhere in the palace, this was the room that was used for her official levée and coucher, the ceremonies of getting up and going to bed. It was also where the Queen was required to give birth: we know that Marie Antoinette had her children on a pallet bed that was set up more or less where I was standing when I took his photograph.

A close up view of the beautiful fabric used in the room.

The headboard, where you can see Marie Antoinette’s insignia: a combined M and A.

The amazing canopy, topped with an Imperial eagle, a reminder of her faraway home along with the portraits of her mother Maria Theresa and brother Joseph, which hang on the walls.

The sofa tucked in next to the door and covered with the same beautiful fabric.

The delicate green and gold room next to Marie Antoinette’s bedroom. The colours always remind me of Quality Street wrappers! It was in this room that her waiting women were dozing when they first heard the cry of alarm that warned them that the mob had broken into the palace and were on their way to the Queen’s rooms. The big portrait is of Louis XV, Marie Antoinette’s grandfather in law.

Posthumous portrait by Adélaïde Labille-Guiard of Louis XV’s favourite daughter, Louise-Élisabeth, who was also the only one of his eight daughters to ever marry and leave Versailles. She married the Duke of Parma and became mother to Isabella, who married Marie Antoinette’s brother Joseph; Ferdinand, who married Marie Antoinette’s sister Maria Amalia and finally Marie Louise, who became Queen of Spain and was infamously depicted in later life by Goya as a decrepit, dissolute harridan.

A closer view of the painting. The child is Ferdinand, who later succeeded his father as Duke of Parma and was the husband of the Archduchess Maria Amalia, sister to Marie Antoinette. It’s been suggested to me that the portrait is actually of Madame Elisabeth with Madame Royale – what do you think?

Madame Adélaïde by Labille-Guiard. At the time of Marie Antoinette’s arrival at Versailles, Adélaïde was the oldest of Louis XV’s remaining daughters and very much ruled the roost while exerting a negative and unwise influence over her young nephew, the Dauphin Louis.

Marie Antoinette as a young queen, painted shortly after her accession by Vigée-Leburn in what was to be one of her first royal commissions.

Madame Victoire by Labille-Guiard. Victoire was another of Louis XV’s daughters, who remained at Versailles as middle aged spinsters.

The iconic portrait of Marie Antoinette with her children, painted by Vigée-Lebrun in 1787, just two years before their world was ripped apart.

A closer view of the painting. The empty cradle originally held the youngest child of Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI, the Princesse Sophie-Béatrix, who died as a baby. The Dauphin Louis-Joseph who holds aside the fabric covering the cradle was to die in 1789, the baby Louis-Charles (later Dauphin and then Louis XVII) died in prison in 1795. Marie Antoinette’s daughter, Marie-Thérèse-Charlotte (Madame Royale) was the only one to survive the Revolution.

A view from the palace. So beautiful.

I  think this may be my favourite shot of Versailles. I love the way that the mellow September sunshine dapples against the old gilt paintwork.

Another view of the same room, showing the beautiful clash of gilt, crystal and crimson silk.

Many of the rooms at Versailles have this amazing marble decoration with different coloured marbles arranged geometrically. It is a very masculine style, I think, and was probably Louis XIV’s own taste.

A view of David’s copy of his monumental ‘Sacrée de Napoléon’, which depicts the coronation of Napoleon or rather the coronation of his wife, the amazing Joséphine. Legend has it that she persuaded David to depict the moment that she was the centre of attention, probably to fling it in the teeth of Napoléon’s family who hated her and truly were the in laws from hell, who never stopped scheming to bring about her divorce.

A closer view of Joséphine.

Madame de Ségur and Madame de la Rochefoucauld holding up Joséphine’s enormously heavy train, which her spiteful sisters in law deliberately dropped on the way into the cathedral in the hopes that she would fall over.

Looking like butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths: Julie Clary, wife of Napoléon’s brother, Joseph; Hortense, the daughter of Joséphine and wife of Napoléon’s brother, Louis and next to them the trio of Napoléon’s ill wishing sisters: Elisa, Pauline and Caroline.

A portrait of Joséphine.

Hortense gazing out of another canvas, with her brother Eugène beside her, as usual making the Bonaparte in laws look like a very vulgar and unattractive rabble.

A staircase that is ornamented like a very sumptuous wedding cake!

A beautiful marble vestibule.

A view from a window at the side of the château.

A view of the famous ‘bull’s eye’ in the Oeuil de Boeuf. This was the main waiting room to the King’s bedchamber, where the gentlemen of the court would gather before trying to gain admittance to the monarch’s presence. It was one of the main hubs of the palace.

A triumphant Louis XIV in the Oeuil de Boeuf. Nice shoes!

Another self portrait.

I always feel that Louis XVI is a bit under represented at Versailles. Everyone is interested in Louis XIV and Marie Antoinette and poor old Louis XV and Louis XVI barely get a look in.

The young Louis XIV surrounded by his family.

The adorable Minette, Henriette-Anne, Duchesse d’Orléans: an English princess at the court of France and the subject of my very next book!

Another view of the Oeuil de Boeuf. This room was the antechamber to the king’s bedchamber, which lay at the very centre of the château. It was into this room that Marie Antoinette stumbled after her terrifying escape down the secret passage beside her bed in October 1789.

The King’s bedroom.

A close look at the sumptuous and rather masculine fabric that hangs in the king’s bedroom.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that little tour of some of the rooms of Versailles and here’s to the next 400,000 views! x

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