Publisher's Synopsis
To know what happiness means, one must have experienced the years around 1789. valley edge
Nothing but good was foreseen in advance, the euphoria sang in the streets. On the walls from the Rue St-Honore until at the fences der halls, from the faubourg St-Antoine to the Palais-Royal, everywhere the latest freedoms were posted daily. But the lanterns that lit them dangled the hanged, hats off, necks snapped. Lurid entr'acte in the comedy of reason, not very amusing. The audience stood on the benches, enjoying, believing in what was to come. It was hoped that criminals would not be applauded. This was Paris, the barbarians lived elsewhere.
