Today I went out to snoop around the Old Versailles. I had two addresses, one approximate and the other exact: the approximate is at the cross of Tournelles and Saint-Mederic: there was located a house of young girls whose looks were showing some promise: the maidens on the premises, were attaining the age of maturity, as well as the level of skill required for a very discriminate royal connoisseur.
This house had a code name of Parc-aux-Cerfs. The name, like chalk marks on the doors in Ali Baba and Forty Thieves, could cover all of Old Versailles, for in the days of Louis XV that is exactly what the Old Versailles was called.
The other address, 14, rue Saint-Louis, is the house of one and only Louison O’Murphy whose body is still admired in Boucher’s L’Odalisque. Casanova writes, ” O, Morphi! and although the word is not that of Homer’s vocabulary, it is nevertheless Greek and signifies Beauty.” I will take it on his authority that the girl was pretty enough to attempt an overthrow of Louis XV’s Favorite Marquise Pompadour!
Only at this point Marquise Pompadour is no more a person than Count Dracula: she is as powerful an institution as the monarchy itself and she blows pretty little girls away like dust specs off her dress.
In fact, rumor has it, and some historians confirm, that due to a number of gynecological complications, Marquise Pompadour is no longer able to perform her functions as a mistress and is personally scouting for pretty young women to take her place in royal bed. Below is her residence, number 7! today’s Hotel des Reservoirs.