Visiting Vaux-le-Vicomte: Like Versailles, But Different

The road outside the train station was dingy, and only a handful of people had disembarked from the rail cars. Together, we stumbled toward the nearest bus stop, really just a couple of benches beneath a low-hanging roof. Tacked to the wall was the timetable. Beside it was a poster advertising a new perfume. Just behind the train station, I could see a towering gray mill that did nothing to beautify the village.

According to the timetable, the next bus would arrive in about 30 minutes. I consulted my friends, who (to my relief)…