After my return to Paris from the Alps, I noticed a large mob of people running past my window. I was enhancing some sketches and decided to follow. Putting on my jacket, I watched the crowd proceed on down the street. The inn keeper was polishing a pistol and asked Kintin, a Spanish lackey, to bar the front door. I asked the inn-keeper what the commotion was. He laughed and walked into the pantry. I asked the lackey. His response was "La Bastille es no mas, Señor." Right then I knew I had been in Paris too long.
I still remember my fear on this night. The strange commotion . . . . I have lived through the rise of the Revolution and its fall. When the Emperor rose, many had hope for a change; I was always apprehensive.
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Composed by Andrew Haskin of Miami University of Ohio.