Contrasts abound: between the humanity the wigless Louis displays in bed with his children and the distant king in full regalia; the empty formality of Le Nôtre's marriage and the organic intimacy of his relationship with de Barra; the sparkling facades of the court ladies and the personal tragedies they conceal; and, of course, between the clipped formality of the royal gardens and
the uncontrolled fecundity of the woods beyond.