Then cries of “Long live the Republic!” were heard. People rushed forward, dipping handkerchiefs into the blood of Louis XVI. The Abbé, dazed, did not know how he climbed off the scaffold. He could only notice that some of the blood from the severed head had splashed upon his clothes. Meanwhile, Sanson was selling locks of the King’s hair, pieces of his jacket, his buttons, his hat. Someone began to play the Marseillaise, and people joined hands, dancing and cavorting around the guillotine, “like the prophets of Baal,” thought the Abbé. A cold mist had descended upon Paris at the moment of the King’s death, but above, and beyond it, was the sun. ~from Trianon by Elena Maria VidalShare
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More on Sanson! (please?) I seem to remember reading that he held his post from pre- revolution thru the Empire and into the restoration. I may be wrong.
Incredible work you did here! Please, never stop. I added a link to you on my blog. I am just reading Simone Bertière's excellent book: 'Marie-Antoinette l'insoumise'. Great job and a huge patience you must have!
http://masa-pustie.blogspot.com/
The poor King!
Isn't it true that his daughter kept his bloodstained shirt? What happened to that later on?
Tubbs, here is a post I did on Sanson awhile back.
http://teaattrianon.blogspot.com/2007/01/courage-of-louis-xvi.html
Thank you, Cristian. I will add your blog as well.
Yes, M., MTC kept it. I am not certain where it is now.
It's amazing that MTC was able to get hold of such a thing. I am surprised that it had not been long since destroyed. (I am also surprised that the King's will and the Queen's last letter managed to survive).
The gourd itself seems rather grotesque to me, would you agree?
Yes, quite grotesque. It seems to have been more of a morbid souvenir than a relic, at least from the point of view of the people who decorated the gourd.
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