
Many years ago, I visited the Château de Versailles, home to the French King Louis XIV (1638-1715). The past splendor of this impressive castle was and still is visible in the many golden ornaments, the vast park, the magnificent chandeliers and the huge paintings on the walls. I was disappointed nevertheless. It seemed to me a dead place. A house without a soul. So while I wandered through the many rooms, I tried to imagine what life in this castle had been like, but somehow my fantasy could not be stimulated. The place remained dead.
