Victoria ROA. When the walls of Versailles ... (№ 376792)

When the walls of Versailles were quiet when you can hear only the rustling of the modest skirts of the servants, and whispering words of passionate lovers, then it's fine. Shrouded in misty night, the nest of the king seems fantastic. Like in every corner you can find something more magical than shy kisses confused favorites and their women, something more sweet than confitura cherry on the cake of the best flour that is so tasty bites off piece by piece a magnificent cook. The echoes of timid moan that makes one of the courtiers of the Gascon a few hours to wander around the stone walls, coming into the room to the right, which so carefully hides the animal instincts, and only under cover of night, give yourself slack.