Bonjour, mes amis,
It is a beautiful spring day at Versailles. I’ve been enjoying it with my dear cow, Blanchette, at my peasant village called Hameau which I had built on the grounds of the palace but not too close, so I can get away from the persistent gossiping and intrigue of the people of my court. Day in and day out, it’s a bit much, if you know what I mean. Now, I must go and choose a costume for this eveing’s masquerade ball. Who or what do I want to be to night? Hmmmm. If you could be anything or anyone who would You be? Have to go. Au revoir, for now. M.A.