Showing posts with label Marie antoinette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marie antoinette. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Marie-Antoinette and October, 16th



              Today is the anniversary of Marie-Antoinette's death. In October, 16th, 1793, she was executed in the current Place de la Concorde. When I was in Paris, I stayed there several minutes trying to imagine how that day happened for one of the last queens of France...

After learning that she was condemned to death, she was brought back to her cell, in the Concergierie.
Some people, her lawyers believed that Marie-Antoinette thought she was going to be spared, maybe locked up in a convent, or sent in exhile. After all, why kill a woman who had become so “insignificant”? The revolutionaries killed the very royal emblem: the king (January, 21st). However the hatred towards her own person was so strong that she had to be eliminated.


(personal pictures)

The queen walked back to her cell, calm, dignified, silent.
Was she thinking of all the superstitious things that had told her, that she would end in a very tragic way?

She asked for paper and quill to write her testament, a last and long letter to her sister-in-law, Madame Elisabeth. The latter represented one of her strongest moral supports during the last year of her life, mainly after the king's death. ( Her life turned even worse when her son Louis-Charles was taken away from her).

No hatred, no feeling of revenge in her words.
Just a deep chagrin to leave people she loved, to “forsake” her children still too young to be orphans. The thought of joining her husband at last, leaving this earth as innocent as he was.

She was said to have written those last words:

 "on october, 16th, 4:30 am. my God! have pity on me! my eyes have no more tears to cry for you, my poor children; farewell, farewell! Marie Antoinette."


(painting by Vigée-Lebrun. A lost happiness...)

She lay on her bed, exhausted (it was still very early in the morning). She had cried.
How could her life turn the way it was, now, in this cold mid-October? No one can really know what actually ran through her mind.

Did she think about how she should have acted better as a queen? How unfair people treated her? How uncertain the lives of her two children had become? How she had fought for nothing? What history would keep and remember from her?
The young and happy Autrian princess, showered with love and wealth and all the gifts life could have given, had become a sad, unfortunate woman hated by everyone.

Despite all the negative things that she may have pondered over, she gathered her courage: she was to die a dignified and noble death. Marie-Antoinette was Maria-Theresa's daughter after all; she could not act as a coward, and she was none of that.

Rosalie Lamolière, her last servant, brought her food. The young girl was crying as she urged the queen to take something. She herself found the queen shedding tears when she entered the cell. Men penetrated her room, acknowledging her no intimacy. She was denied until her status as a woman, as a human being.
After that the queen changed her clothes, pulling on a white dress (the mourning colour for French queens), she tried to hide her former ones that blood has stained. Indeed, Marie-Antoinette had undergone a serious illness and today many people think she might have had uterine cancer. Therefore, had she not been executed, she wouldn't have lived long.
They cut her hair short and tied her wrists together behind her back, refusing to give the somewhat human treatment that Louis XVI enjoyed during his last day. How humiliating it must have been for Marie-Antoinette to be treated as an object. She didn't want the services of a sworn priest since he had pledged allegiance to the Convention and the revolution.



Then, she was conducted to the carriage that would lead her to the guillotine.
From the conciergerie to the Place Louis-XV, there are only around 2 kilometres. However, her last journey lasted quite long. The crowd flowed to the queen's path, shouting her obscenities, insults. What a stark contrast with how people had welcomed her in France! With flowers and love! Now people were smiling at her with cruelty and satisfaction. La reine va mourrir, vive la révolution!


(David's famous sketch)
However, some of her last admirers flocked to her ride, crying, watching the injustice with which she was enduring her last hour. They had to hide their sadness and despair: people shouldn't believe that they supported royalty!
The queen could see the palace of the Tuileries.

Marie-Antoinette arrived at the feet of the scaffold, pale and absolutely composed. She was going to prove how much courage still inhabited her. Death had no hold on her. She looked at the long machine, her last encounter. Fine. Despite blood leaving her cheeks, the queen climbed the stairs and stepped on the platform, and the executioner's foot. She apologized. 

Men tied her around the wood board. She didn't cry, didn't resist, didn't lose consciousness. She remained firm and strong. What were these men thinking when they approached and sealed her to the destinity? What were their thoughts when the famous woman they were about to kill was the Queen of France, the woman who fed so many phantasms?


They slid the wood board horizontally back, secured the wooden “necklace” around her as the crowd cheered on this last act. The blade fell and everything was over.

Sanson grabbed the head, planted it on a bayonet and pranced it around to show it to the crowd. People had been silent and dismayed when Louis XVI died. But for his wife, they had reserved long applauses and cries of joy; "the whore was dead!"



At last, they placed her body in a wicker coffin, her head between her legs, blood trailing. Everything was brought to the Madeleine cemetry and her body stayed there, during several days until they finally buried her, not far away from her husband.


Nowadays, thanks to Louis XVIII, a chaptel “Chapelle expiatoire”stands where the cemetry used to be. 
(picture source: wikipedia)

I apologize if there is any mistake (factual, grammar, vocabulary etc.). 

Thursday, 28 August 2014

Something New

Yes, I admit it...I am sometimes the perfect commercial target.
When I saw a specific ad on TV about a book whose price is only 2,99 euros...Hmmm, well I jumped at the chance and got myself this book just a few hours later.

 Marie Antoinette, Editions Hachette Collections.

Yes, a new and highly documented biography with a pleasant profusion of illustrations. I started to read it and I absolutely enjoy the writing style.







 (yes, I used the cardboard on which the book was stuck as a bookmark! Nice recycling, imo)
Small price and quality= a great deal!

Some time ago, I also bought these two books: number 1 is a small biography of Countess Marie-Joséphine of Savoy, Marie-Antoinette's step-sister and Louis XVIII's wife. To be honest, I've always been interested in this particular historical figure. She was considered very ugly (except for her pretty brown eyes) and dirty. She offered a stark contrast with her sister-in-law. Nonetheless she also was a strong woman fond of her own principles (but very lonely too). She survived the French Revolution.


La Reine Velue, by Charles Dupêchez.


 Mémoires sur Marie-Antoinette, by Rose Bertin.

A very interesting small book. Rose Bertin presented herself as a loyal royalist. She seemed really attached to the French queen, her most illustrious client. It's important to read about Marie-Antoinette from different (and contemporary) points of view. After reading Madame Campan's mémoirs, I had to possess this one.


Wednesday, 19 March 2014

My visit to Versailles!! PART 2-TRIANON and le HAMEAU

After visiting the castle, I decided to look for the Trianon, not knowing that I would walk so much! Well, now I do understand why Marie-Antoinette needed a carriage to go there! I went along the Grand Canal and then, among trees, on paths. I followed other visitors in order to find my way to Trianon. I felt so odd to be there, after waiting so many years to visit the castle of my dreams, the place I had imagined walking through since childhood. And here I was.

I had also a map, offered by the castle.
But, first of all, the Queen's chambers: incredible to be there and to imagine she spent some of her time here, with friends (just as she nearly died two times here, during her first labour, and on October, 6th, 1789).





(Don't be fooled, there were many other tourists, in fact)




 The famous portrait by Vigée-Lebrun representing Marie-Antoinette as a loving mother.







Le Grand Trianon



Marie-Antoinette, dancing with her brothers and sisters. She loved so much this painting that it was sent from  Vienne to Versailles for her.





(The toilets...but apparently, not from the 18th century)
























I had this sort of calm, eerie feeling while strolling through the park. To be honest, where I got the most scared was near the grotto; I simply didn't dare to get closer to it. But all in all, I had this great feeling of contentment for having visited, at last, Marie-Antoinette's favourite place. 

Nonetheless, I may have to make a post about this strangeness surrounding Trianon  and the Hameau. One of my friends visited it last year and she told me she was not so at ease. That' ll be interesting to speak about it with the topic "Ghosts at Versailles castle". It has been a long time hot topic since two English women claimed they had seen ghosts from the 18th century, at the Trianon. 

These are my pictures, you can't use them without my permission. At least, add a link to this article.