Chapter 3262 new castle (4)

What is the difference between an exile and a traveler?

Pomona in the 20th century would not have thought about this problem. What she saw more were advertisements and photos in travel magazines. Every trip seemed to be very colorful.

Georgiana looked through the design drawings of Bossier and Fontaine. The furniture and decorations indeed looked "small" and full of French sophistication and elegance.

It can't be said that she didn't like it. Anyway, she looked through it for a long time and didn't see anything she was satisfied with. She just symbolically chose a small blue living room, which was very suitable for a large round table.

"How about this one?" Fontaine said, taking out another design drawing from his briefcase.

Georgiana took it and found that the book was mainly in earth tones, which reminded her of the so-called "imperial style", that is, the style after Napoleon became emperor, because it incorporated Egyptian elements, and Fontaine and Percy After Napoleon returned from Egypt, David introduced him to the Bonapartes.

Georgiana has never been to Malmaison, but I heard it is very good, and people who have been there have generally praised it.

She didn't like imperialism, but the wood-paneled study looked really nice.

"That's it?" Fang Dan asked cautiously.

"That's it." She handed the design to Fang Dan.

"I haven't finished reading it yet, keep reading." Fontaine said softly, "I heard that you like the sculptures in the Vatican very much?"

Georgiana didn't answer, she was afraid of turning into an egret feather again.

But when she turned to the back, she found a set of sketches, which seemed to have been painted in a museum.

"This is the Heracles, also known as Heracles, that I saw when I went to the Vatican." Fontaine pointed at a sculpture of a young male who seemed to be throwing something and said, "What do you think?"

The power that people generate when they are desperate is completely different from the "inspiration" that artists desperately dig and find in a peaceful environment.

Georgiana thought as she looked at the sculpture of Hercules.

It's not like Michelangelo's David, which is tense all over. Instead, it looks like it has used up all its strength.

But where did the object he threw fall?

"Last time you used conches at the palace in Compiègne?" Bossier asked. "Is there a specific kind?"

"It's not a conch, as long as it's colorful," Georgiana said.

"Is it because of the Greeks?" asked Percy.

The Greeks did love to use shell reliefs, but mother-of-pearl is an art from the East.

Mother-of-pearl is great for making screens, but when mounted on a large area, it looks messy on the wall. Maybe it’s because she didn’t choose the right pattern.

"My private space is simpler." She said feebly. "The public space is up to you."

This was Georgiana's insistence. She did not intend to make the Vulcan Palace the same as Versailles, linking the suites of the king and queen to war and peace.

Then Bossier took out a book of design drawings, some of which were pavilions and some of which were balconies.

She didn't want to make too many changes to the existing exterior, but added a pavilion that could be used for outdoor concerts.

No matter what, this project will create a lot of job opportunities. After the old furniture left by the hotel is cleared, new furniture can be put in.

Due to France's high tariff barriers on Italian silk, raw silk from Piedmont was shipped to Lyon.

The last time Mr. Martin spoke to Georgiana, he first talked about local issues in Lyon. Those priests who were checked off the exile list by Fouche returned to their original parishes as travelers.

Caprara was originally the Archbishop of Lyon, but now he has become the Archbishop of Paris. Napoleon's uncle Fish was supposed to go to Lyon to be the bishop, but he refused to leave Paris except for the last time he went to Compiègne.

Luxurious furniture and clothing would certainly draw condemnation, but if those machines weren't running, how would the workers have money to buy bread?

Sometimes anarchy does not mean that there is no government, but that the machine is there but not working. Only the guillotine is still working.

If we just talk about decoration, I'm afraid a week won't be enough. After all, there are so many rooms in the hotel.

After roughly dividing the functional areas, which rooms needed to be opened and which needed to be reinforced, Georgiana asked Matilda to see off the guests.

Rome was not built in a day, and the same goes for houses.

When she returned to the dance floor where the square and round tables were, no one was there, and when she was about to go find them, Arrighi greeted her from behind a window in the west wing.

It might have been a chess and card room or something. The sofa hadn't been cleaned in several years and looked dirty and old.

When she entered through the door leading to the lobby, she found that there was one more person.

Joseph Bonaparte sat at a small round table with English afternoon tea.

She really didn't expect Joseph to come. He was chatting with Arrighi, but now he turned his attention to her.

"Hi." She greeted Joseph awkwardly.

"I came to give you the key," Joseph said calmly, handing Georgiana a small box on the table.

"What key?" Georgiana took the key and opened it.

"No one has been to the house in Ajaccio for several years. Please go and see how it is inside this time."

It was a very ordinary copper key, but she felt it was as hot as a red-hot iron.

She looked at Joseph, wanting to say something.

"Pauline hasn't left the house since Lucebel died. You go to her house tomorrow." Joseph explained.

"Okay," she said resignedly.

"There is also this." Joseph took out a letter from his coat pocket. "Talleyrand asked me to give it to you."

Georgiana didn't understand why Talleyrand could write letters, and asked Joseph to give the letters to her.

"This time I go to the United States, and Ludreher wants to go with me. Do you have any other recommendations?" Joseph asked.

Georgiana opened Talleyrand's letter. This time it was very brief, without a lot of flattery:

The British invented the term continuous voyage. It seems to have originally referred to American merchant ships that, in order to avoid the French and Dutch bans, first consigned goods to neutral ports and then transferred them to Europe. It was coined by a judge named Stowell.

Now it refers to the opening of territorial waters. I made a bet with the Englishman that the Republic of Batavia would never open its territorial waters to Prussia. He told me that seeing you seemed to see the fall of history.

My bow has two strings, and I will not get angry so easily, but the lion's temper is not as good as mine. He asked me to hand over the power of the Italian Deputy Privy Seal to you, but I flatly refused. Generally speaking, urging or contradicting will only make the impatient person more angry. Cambaceres will definitely not do this. He will wisely and patiently wait for the lion to finish roaring, and then he will comment after the anger finally dissipates. But My approach to dealing with him is generally to be silent or outspoken.

In addition, I would like to give you a suggestion: when studying important matters, haste makes waste. Don't rush to seal it, let alone send out his will.

You are really going to cause trouble for me. Why don't you take that Spanish child away?

Georgiana looked back at Joseph.

"Is Delmid still with Letizia?" asked Georgiana.

"At his mother's," said Joseph.

Georgiana did not want to wait until tomorrow to see Paulina, so she immediately had the carriage ready.

Perhaps, Dumbledore's education was not a complete failure, and she still learned something from Molly.

Before leaving, she looked back at the Artemis sculpture in the courtyard. It was inappropriate for her to continue to stay here in a palace originally named after the god of fire.

In the end, she left with Joseph. As for afternoon tea, let's drink it another day.