…and Wes can hardly think of anything stupider. Well, I had to like enough for all of us. The Royal Place of Caserta is supposedly the largest palace in Europe, by volume, which really means there’s at least one with more square footage. At a minimum, it’s educational to see something preposterously large and grand, in a “let them eat cake”* way. All ceilings, walls, and floors were extravagant, and it had some basic furniture, like a blue velvet throne. I liked the reading rooms and libraries of course, but it’s all designed for display, not for privacy or regular living. Not one of us wanted to live there.
And even Dwayne didn’t really want the, ahem, back yard. It was also ridiculously large and grand, and I’m not sure a single royal dandy had shoes that would take them the entire length. The stretch of fountains and pools that eventually took you to the waterfall and main fountains at the opposite end from the palace was 1.8 miles (3km) long. And, um, back again. And the statues were freaky. Preposterous, indeed!
*Historically, Marie Antoinette probably never made her infamous remark, but it does capture a certain essence of a royal family that has, in addition to a regular palace, both a summer and winter one.
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