Versailles; Did this man have any taste?

The Hall of Mirrors is full of shiny things and gold-plated naked babies with swords to disorient visitors.

When I grow up, I want to achieve a level of personal wealth that makes it necessary for me to have the following;

I.) A fireplace that requires the felling of at least five old-growth trees every day to operate.
II.) Lots of marble busts of myself that are meant to emulate Caesar. Or Madonna.
III.) A hall of mirrors so that I can look at myself all the time.
IV.) Enormous paintings of me and mine, so that I can look at myself all the time.
V.) Floors with 9 kinds of marble, kept shiny so that I can look at myself all the time.
VI.) A spouse whom I force to sleep in the Flower Vomit Austria Bedchamber.

While Versailles is impressive, the expression on my face upon my arrival changed, upon entering, from awe to a sort of uncomfortable grimace like the one that appears when someone on TV has to remove a bullet from their own body. Versailles is a disgusting cesspool of opulence, and I would kinda like to live there. There is a macaron shop near the entrance, and I find this agreeable--the macarons may remain. But when I am of the means to redecorate Versailles for my own use, little else will stay except the ceilings and some of the cherubs with swords. And I suppose some of the pointy topiaries may remain as well, since being the only things in the gardens that are alive in the winter, they looked quite striking. Also I wanna get me some perfumed sheep like Marie Antoinette done had.