When I’ve heard about it, my thought was running into the abandoned Labyrinth around eight in the morning to throw itself on the ground for push-ups, and then remaining in the prone position stupefied, as the sun melted the morning haze. Hallucinating! A fiber-glass rendition of Arcimboldo’s painting in the unmowed grass?
Ha! Lower your expectations, the location they had picked for it complies with all the insurance standards. It’s locked up most of the time and well supervised when unlocked. Consequently, no morning dew on my hands, in real life the surprise is replaced by the interminable boredom saturating the name of that cultural dinosaur, the American Friends of Versailles….