Report from Versailles: The adventure begins

I’m keeping this forever.

By Vonda N. McIntyre

My adventure began when I arrived at Versailles. Wait, no, it began at the airport when the production company sent a car for me. (I could get used to this.) Or maybe it began when the driver had to chase off another driver who tried to poach me. (I think that’s what happened. My French is rudimentary. I stumble through a couple of phrases of bad high-school French and the person says “Would you like it if we spoke English?” and I say “Thank you th...