The king was executed in what was then called Place de la Révolution.
Last Saturday night, Virginie, a very pretty teenage girl I know, was invited to an exciting party with a few other girls from her school. But her best friend, a girl from a grand old family, the kind where the children still call their parents vous, was not allowed to go. It was the anniversary of the death of King Louis XVI.
Almost the same spot today, looking toward the Hotel Crillon (far left), Automobile Club, and the French Navy Ministry
