Waking Up With A Headache And Eyeballs Hurting

"Le Dernier Voyage, "Marie Antoinette 215 years ago

Paris October 16, 1793, an old wagon moving slowly dragged by a horse through the crowd gathered, everyone looks to the character that comes into it, some with curiosity, others with hatred, boo , swear and curse, but undeterred the lady is silent and so calm that causes more anger among the masses, which is controlled by the soldiers through the crowd, goes to the new Plaza of the Revolution, former Place Louis XV, before the tumultuous French revolution, this lady is nothing more and nothing less than the Queen of France, or that was until he became only the widow Capet in January of that year, his name is Josefa María Antonieta Joan of Habsburg-Lorraine fifteenth daughter of Emperor Franz Joseph and Maria Theresa of Austria Queen of Austria, Hungary and Bohemia, is a descendant of emperors, kings, archduchesses finally, with an impressive pedigree, is now going to the scaffold where his life ended is aware of that, so all that remains is to save your honor and your soul that will never snatch him, despite any edict, she always be the Queen of France by the grace of God, and so will face them all and even death with dignity, pride and strength.

The morbid mob seizes about ten thousand people have gathered and want to see rolling and head of the Austrian she-wolf as they commonly call it, has its hands tied with a rough rope that bad, but shows no symptom of weakness rather than do anything to humiliate not make it, because the lower is pushed, the greater is his being the crowd to see who has their hands tied a long rope in the end it is wielded his executioner impressed by such humiliation, slowly the vile spectacle takes place, in front of the cart Grammont Commander sword cries

"here's the infamous Antoinette", "screwed up, now you friends."

At the corner of the Rue Saint - Honore, a man anxious waiting, take paper and pencil is Jacques Louis David, who makes a pathetic sketch of the queen's face toward the scaffold, from early half of Paris has met, for sale pamphlets, cartoons, newspapers, something to eat or drink, in the midst of all is the newly sharpened guillotine for his bloody purpose, on a pedestal beyond the statue of liberty, as a witness event, cold and staring is topped with the Phrygian cap, taking the place where once stood the statue of Louis XV, began to be impatient to hear the cries that makes its entrance to the plaza the cart of the executioner, who Courtship is a group of soldiers to above, in the silence you hear the footsteps of the horse and the creaking of the old wheels. The pale woman stares but still not looking at anyone, pale but not fear because in recent days has lost too much blood, the cart comes to the gallows and stops, Marie Antoinette is descended from the cart and the executioner strongly supports the long rope, as if to escape its weak victim quiet and unaided up the stairs of the gallows with that distinctive winged step with their high-heeled shoes black satin, as if climbing the marble stairs of Versailles comes and looks at the sky, the executioner pushed the board, place their neck under the blade of the knife which falls precipitously, with a deafening sound, in less than a few minutes the show has accomplished Samson holds up his arm and head by the hair of Marie Antoinette that teaching it bleeds on all four sides the plaza, the silence becomes a wild cry "Viva la Republica!" VIVAAAAAAA!, all this is already afternoon people leave the square is time lunch, know that the same show is repeated throughout the week but with new characters. The body is placed in a cart with his head between his legs.

is taken to the Madeleine cemetery where he hopes to be buried for weeks, as the revolutionary government would not have the luxury of ordering the burial of one person, you have to expect more deaths to dig the mass grave , and is placed and forgotten; Versailles is looted, destroyed and Trianon Tuileries is ruined Hameu filled with weeds and is lost in it, little by little, I loved Marie Antoinette disappears, his young son, Louis XVII died in prison, his daughter is imprisoned for years, and nobody remembers that there was an Archduchess leave it all for a political marriage, no one remembers where he was buried, his things are sold, the jailer entered his room to collect their belongings makes an inventory of what was found, his clothes are finally sent to hospital and donated a few elderly women without asking who put the clothes belonged in prison for weeks heard the barking of your pet running everywhere looking for their owner from room to room, the jailer moved by grief adopts small helpless.

So

Twenty years without anyone remember the Queen had been executed in the Plaza of the Revolution until the present square Concordia another Bourbon became king Louis XVIII, trying to vindicate or maybe it was not quiet his conscience directs the search for bodies, but few remember where they were buried and exhumation begins Madeleine cemetery he had received during the revolution, nothing less than a thousand corpses, the only data that had was that the bodies of the royal family had thrown quicklime, digging and digging found a very old box of lime and debris came a garter belt, was all that remained of the once was JOSEFA JUANA MARIA ANTOINETTE Habsburg-Lorraine Archduchess of Austria, Princess Royal of Hungary and BOHEMIA, QUEEN OF FRANCE AND NAVARRE, Queen of the Rococo, now there were only some bones and rotting remains as testimony to what once was.

This happened 215 years ago, 16 October in Paris, that day that Marie Antoinette was killed, in a strange way by the people for leaving their home.

This first post starts a series on the life of Marie Antoinette last Queen of France, culminating on the day of his birth on November 2.