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Saturday
Oct082011

Teachers With Apps endorses Beware Mme la Guillotine!

That's right!

Beware Mme la Guillotine,

A Revolutionary Tour of Paris

is resonating with teachers, travelers, tech people, radio personalities, librarians and authorities on children's literature, alike!

Click here for the latest review from Teachers With Apps.

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Wednesday
Oct052011

SCBWI-France Talks "Tech" at the American Library in Paris

A lively crowd gathered at the American Library in Paris last week to hear how Paris-based working authors and illustrators of SCBWI-France use social media to support their creative projects.

Tioka Tokedira, SCBWI-France Regional Advisor, opened the evening by defining “social media” as online tools that have inspired a revolutionary new form of dialogue:

Where once the creators of content communicated to us, the audience, following a top down model, today’s digital tools offer the "audience" the opportunity to communicate with each other while becoming creators of content as well.

Tioka went on to describe “social networking” as using social media technology to bond with people all over the world -- not just in your neighborhood knitting circle or school PTA -- with whom you share a common interest. In so doing, you create an online identity, one interaction at a time.

She then turned the evening over to four panelists, asking them to respond to such questions as:

  • What identity do you want to create?
  • And how do you use social media to achieve that?

 

Lena of Rheadesign, illustrator, graphic artist and webmaster, took to the podium to discuss the differences between websites and blogs and what questions you might consider before choosing the correct solution for you:

What’s your purpose? If you wish to exhibit an online portfolio of visual images, perhaps a website is best for you. If you want a place to publish your writing and interact with others, a blog is the better choice. If you have something to say as well as something to sell, a combined website and blog may be the best option of all.

What’s your budget and your comfort level with technology? Answers to these questions will determine whether you hire a webmaster to build a website for you or go it alone with one of the many “free” options available like Blogger or WordPress or a low-cost hosting service like Squarespace.

As Lene stressed, all solutions are good as long as they are right for you and your on-line identity.

 

Next up, Jennifer Chevais, illustrator and long-time blogger, jumped in, rolled up her sleeves and showed us how to create a free blog in real-time by creating one. We published a post and uploaded an image to our new Blogger blog. Just. Like. That.

Jenn then navigated around blogger a bit to show us how a more tech-savvy user with even a limited knowledge of html (coding language) could customize this free blogging solution to create a unique site.

Yes, that’s right. The image to the right … the one that looks like a professional website… it was created on blogger... for free!

 

Then children's illustrator, Dana Carey, appeared before us from her living room in Brest, France via Skype, another great social media tool. Dana showed us up-front-and-center how she uses Skype to conduct critique reviews à la distance.

Did you know that you could share your own computer screen in Skype? It’s true.  Just click on “full screen sharing” and now your crit partner can see the artwork displayed on your computer screen from the comfort of her own home. Awesome!

Dana also shared with us how she uses Twitter both to communicate with other industry professionals as well as to stay up-to-date with industry news. Specifically she uses Twitter lists to ensure that the best content constantly rushing through the Twitter stream actually reaches her eyes; likewise she uses hashtags (#) to regularly read through recent tweets on a particular topic. Simply click on a hashtag, like #SCBWI, et viola! all tweets containing that moniker appear before you in reverse chronological order.

Dana finished by giving very helpful tips about how to comport yourself in the twitter-sphere, including don't only self-promote and always be nice!

 

Finally, yours truly, Sarah Towle, wrapped up the event with a story, some advice and a conclusion...

When my book, Time Traveler Tours, evolved into a series of digital StoryApps I was compelled to join the online fray. I went from having no on-line presence just two years ago to slowly building one, using Blogger then Squarespace then mail chimp, LinkedIn, facebook, Twitter and most recently YouTube for the purpose of “championing my cause” on a regular and on-going basis. I still have lots to learn and I know that I could be using these tools much more effectively. But the point is, if I can do it, so can you!

My advice: Start with the tool that best serves your needs today. Play. Think “iteration” (you can always delete and revise). Get comfortable, then evolve from there. Your social media strategy will follow your needs, as mine did. No need to be overwhelmed by all the tools you aren’t using. You’ll use them when you need them. And you may never need them.

Finally, to develop your online identity focus on telling your story. The internet is a "noisy" place. To create content that stands out from the rest, we must strive to be ourselves in a voice that is all our own. Admittedly, much easier said than done!

 

Our collective conclusion: To see and be seen in today’s increasingly digital world, creative entrepreneurs must have an online presence. It's the way the world is moving. No escaping it. We need social media tools to:

  • Raise awareness
  • Herald our cause
  • Start conversations
  • Create relationships
  • Become experts, and
  • Engender trust

Because it is precisely these things will enable us to

  • find the right editor for that here-to-fore unknown book manuscript,
  • land the illustration job of your dreams or
  • sell the App that's currently lost amongst all the others hiding in the App Store

Now get started. Et Bonne Chance!

And please stop back by from time to time to tell us how it's going!

 

 

Saturday
Oct012011

Time Traveler Tours on the Radio...

...last weekend! Though I only just received the link now. Listen here and whenever I say "2013", think "2012". Don't know what happened! I've heard of bad hair days, but bad brain days? Anyway, enjoy...

 

Monday
Sep262011

Notes from a Blue Chair

Life as a solo entrepreneur can be lonely.

You are creative director, finance officer, marketer, filing clerk and community manager, all in one. The work is non-stop. It’s also exhausting. There are days when you are so tired you wonder if you should just pack it all in. You’re doing it all yourself because you have to: You have no money to pay someone to help you. But you keep at it because, well, you believe. You believe in what you’re doing and that it will all pay off in the end.

Some days, however, the exhaustion reaches a peak. You can’t remember the last time you had a full night’s sleep, much less a break or a haircut, even a bad one. The voice of the little devil sitting on your shoulder can be heard, muttering more loudly than usual, “What's wrong with being a lady who lunches?”

Meanwhile little angel voice, the one you considered a friend, the one who usually comes charging to your defense when little devil man starts kicking up a fuss... Meanwhile, little angel voice remains mysteriously quiet, hands clasped behind her back, unable to look you in the eye.

Then, out of the blue, you stumble upon something you didn’t know existed. A ray of hope delivered by someone you've never, ever met. And suddenly a proverbial beam of sunshine rains down from the heavens to spotlight your efforts and to assure you: They. Have. Not. Been. In. Vain.

It was just this kind of Hollywood Movie Moment that lightened my step this past weekend when I discovered, without looking, a wonderful review of Beware Mme La Guillotine, A Revolutionary Tour of Paris "penned" on behalf of The Unquiet Library, a most outstanding blog.

Take a look at it here. It's short and very, very sweet. And while you're there, wander around for a while. Don't worry about making a ruckus. It's not your mother's library. it's your library. Love it!

***

P.S. Thank you Unquiet Librarian. Thank you for shutting my little devil man up and enabling my little angel voice to chatter once again!

Friday
Sep232011

New App Release On Sale Through Sept 2011

Great News!

 

Apple just approved an updated version of

Beware Madame la Guillotine: A Revolutionary Tour of Paris.

 

To celebrate, I'll be offering the app at the radically discounted price of  

$.99 through 30 September 2011.

That's one week from today.

 

Click Here to Download

 

 

If you like what you see, please don't forget to express your accolades in the App Store.

The more reviews, the merrier!

 

 

P.S. If you are a blogger or journalist interested in reviewing Beware Mme la Guillotine, or an teacher considering using the app as part of a class trip or to complement your current curriculum,

please contact me about how to obtain a free download.

Friday
Sep162011

Kickstarter: A Success Story!

It started back in March, 2011. That's when I learned about the groovy "crowd sourced funding" platform called Kickstarter, dedicated to helping worthy creative projects get the kick start they deserve.

 

The Kickstarter platform enables artists, inventors and entrepreneurs to appeal to the "crowd" – family, friends, friends of friends, etc. – for the support necessary to make great ideas come true.

 

For some years already, I’d been working to produce an interactive StoryApp targeted to traveling teens and families. But the learning curve was great and the road unpaved and hardly straight and I was running out of dough...

 

In fall of 2010, my programming partner up and vanished off the face of the earth after six months of dedicated work. As it turned out, he was unable to handle the project, but unwilling to tell me so directly. It took me another two months to nullify our contract, with the help and expense of a lawyer, of course. So while I hadn’t paid my former collaborator in full, I had by now spent a tidy sum for code that was no good to me.

 

...As 2011 dawned, I was back where I started, unable to collect $200. I needed a kick (re)start. Bad.

 

But almost more importantly, I needed to raise awareness about my project to aid future marketing efforts. Yes, it was also beginning to dawn on me that the work ahead would not end once the app hit the App Store. Yikes! I needed to sell this thing!

 

Kickstarter offered me both a means by which to raise cash as well as consciousness about Beware Madame la Guillotine.

 

It’s pretty easy to set up a Kickstarter campaign:

  • First, read and agree to the Kickstarter guidelines, then apply to post your project on their platform.
  • Upon acceptance, Kickstarter gives you your very own page. You must create a promotional video for your project and upload it to your page along with any additional text explanation. You choose your campaign dollar goal and campaign duration, from 30 to 90 days. You choose your pledge levels and determine the prizes to match each pledge. Take your time; your project isn't public until you press "launch".
  • Once you launch, the clock starts ticking and you're off! From this point, you can change anything but the campaign goal and running time. Now comes the hard part: Spreading the word.

 

But spread the word you must, for if you don’t then no one will know about your project.

 

And if no one knows about it you will not reach your goal.

 

And if you don't reach your goal, you get nada. That's how it works in Kickstarterland.

 

Crowd sourced funding is not investing. Contributions are not even considered tax deductible. But participation brings prizes and other advantages, such as free product releases and invitations to cool events. It’s also a way of saying to your fundee -- with a contribution equal to the cost of the bottle of wine you would no doubt bring to her next dinner party -- “You go girl! I believe in what you’re doing!”

 

In the best of all possible worlds, your immediate contacts will support your project and ask their immediate contacts to support it as well, taking your project idea viral. That’s everyone’s hope, anyway.

 

The focus of my Kickstarter campaign was the interactive StoryApp Tour, Beware Madame la Guillotine: A Revolutionary Tour of Paris.

 

 

Thanks to the enthusiasm of family, friends, colleagues and a few individuals as of yet unknown to me, we made our goal with still four days to go, finishing 120% funded!

 

I am grateful and gratified. And already back at work to produce the bilingual French-English version of the Tour.

 

And, looking VERY forward to getting it into your hands!

 

Images:

Kickstarter Logo 2009, found on Wikimedia Commons.

Kick-starter on a Peugeot motorcycle in 1920, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

Shadow Karate Kick, as found on Wikimedia Commons.

Beware Mme la Guillotine promotional video, by Sarah Towle, all rights reserved, 2011.

Monday
Sep122011

Epilogue: The Reign of Terror Meets its Own End

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The French people of 1793 did not immediately share Charlotte’s views regarding her sacrifice.  They did not see her as a martyr; nor did they take Marat for a madman. It was Marat’s body, not Corday’s, that received a hero’s funeral.  His body was placed in a proper coffin, paraded through the streets of Paris to the sound of weeping citizens, and buried at the Pantheon.

Charlotte’s headless remains, in contrast, were tossed among those of the other victims of the Revolution into an open, pestilent, public grave.

What’s more, Charlotte’s murder of Marat cast a long shadow of doubt over the remaining Girondin delegates to the National Convention. Already in trouble for standing against the king’s execution, they were believed by Robespierre and the other Jacobins to have been in cahoots with young Corday, even though she repeatedly insisted that they were not. Indeed, their presumed collaboration was never proven. However, all 21 Girondin delegates were put to death, just as Marat had wanted, on 29 October 1793.

Marie Antoinette, Queen of France, would beat the 21 Girondins to the guillotine by a mere two weeks.

Not quite six months after losing her husband on 21 January 1793, she also lost her son, eight-year-old Louis Charles, heir apparent to the French throne. Exiled Royalists had declared the boy King Louis XVII upon his father’s death, so the revolutionaries took him from the bereaved wife and mother and placed him in solitary confinement to keep him from being rescued.  He died in captivity at the age of ten.

In the early hours of 2 August 1793, just two weeks after the death of young Charlotte Corday, Marie Antoinette was removed from her sister-in-law, Madame Elizabeth, and her daughter, Marie Thérèse, then aged 15.  The queen bade farewell to her first born, instructing her to obey her Aunt as she would a mother.

Marie Antoinette was then spirited away through the sleeping Paris streets to the Conciergerie Prison, with no crowds to hamper the progress of the carriage, and no witnesses.

On 14 and 15 October 1793, the Queen of France stood before the Revolutionary Tribunal as ‘Prisoner no. 280’, aged well beyond her almost 38 years.  She was accused of treason, aiding the enemy, and inciting a civil war.

The very next day, 16 October 1793, Charles Henri Sanson arrived at work early to cut the queen’s hair and bind her hands behind her back. She was loaded onto a tumbrel, made to sit with her back to the horses, and paraded through the streets of Paris before reaching the Place de la Revolution.

The day was fine and warm for the season. Huge crowds lined the route to Madame La Guillotine. Shouting “Long Live the Republic”, they spat on the queen’s cortège.  Marie Antoinette rode to her death calm, composed, and courageous.

Her head was cut clean at 12:15 and unceremoniously dumped, along with her body, into a common grave.  She had endured more than two months incarceration in the humid and airless Conciergerie, where she lacked all privacy - guarded both night and day - even for the most private of ministrations.

Two weeks after the fall of the Girondins, on 6 November 1793, cousin Philippe-Egalité also met his end at executioner Sanson’s blade. As many as 20,000 people, many innocent of any real crime, lost their lives during the Reign of Terror of the French Revolution. 

* * *

By 1795, the French people were tired of the bloodshed.  They realized, like Charlotte, that the promise of Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity that the Revolution once represented had long since been lost.  The most radical revolutionaries now began to turn on each other.  One-by-one, they, too, found their place at the base of Madame La Guillotine.

•   Camille Desmoulins: Executed, 5 April 1794

•   Georges Danton: Executed, 5 April 1794

•   Maximilien Robespierre: Executed, 28 July 1794

•   Antoine Quentin Fouquier-Tinville:  Executed, 7 May 1795


With no one, neither Royalist nor Republican, left to run the country, power now shifted to the French Army and, in particular, to a promising young general who had already distinguished himself in battle against the Austrian and Prussian Empires. He was a young Corsican lad, who went by the name of...

NAPOLEON BONAPARTE

Please join us for the next story in the Time Traveler Tours Paris series:

 

Day of the Dead, The Napoleonic Era, 1799-1815.

 

Listen to Charlotte tell her story in her own words.

Download her StoryApp here.

Images:

Unknown. Bust of Marat, 18th c. Crédit photographique: Musée de la Révolution Françaises, Vizille, France, http://www.domaine-vizille.fr, Inv. MRF 1988-112.


Unknown. Marie Antoinette, Queen of France (1755-1793) in Prison. Photographic reproduction of original [LC-USZ62-116784], courtesy of the Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division Washington, D.C. 20540 USA.


Unknown. Trial of Marie Antoinette of Austria, 18th c. Crédit photographique: Musée de la Révolution Françaises, Vizille, France, http://www.domaine- vizille.fr, Inv. MRF 1983-323.


David, Jacques Louis (1748-1825). Napoleon I crossing the Alps at St. Bernard. Photomechanical print reproduction of original [LC-USZC4-7159], courtesy of the Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division Washington, D.C. 20540 USA.

Wednesday
Sep072011

The Penultimate Chapter: The End

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Chapter 23...

in which Charlotte relates how her life came to an end.

Alas, my end draws near. I shall die by guillotine at sunset. When my time comes, I will be taken to the Salle de la Toilette.  My thick, chestnut curls will be cut off above my neck and given to Mme Richard, wife of the Concierge. She makes her living creating wigs from the hair of we who have been lost to this Revolutionary fever.  My hands will be tied behind my back with care, for Sanson, our executioner, now has much experience with this task.  I will be escorted back out of the Conciergerie Prison through the Cour du Mai (May Courtyard), where I will be heckled by a group of black-toothed women revolutionaries called les Tricoteuse (the knitter-women), thus called because they knit clothes and bandages for the Revolutionary troops. Believed to be in the pay of Robespierre and Fouquier-Tinville, they incite the public to humiliate the prisoners of the Revolution as they make their final voyage to the guillotine.

I will be loaded with others, like cattle, into the open wooden tumbrel, and taken to the Place de la Revolution to face my beheading. En route down the Rue Saint Honoré to the guillotine, people will hurl insults, even stones, at us, further humiliating us in our final hours of life. 

When we reach the Place de la Revolution, my fellow passengers and I will be taken, one-by-one, sometimes as many as 36 a day, up the wooden stairs to the stone platform near where the statue of King Louis XV once stood.  There we will once again meet Sanson, our executioner, and his infamous blade.  Some among us will scream and beg for mercy. Others will struggle to be free. Still others will follow along, head cast downward, resigned. But I will stand erect, without remorse, for I am proud of my crime. I have murdered a murderer. I have martyred myself for the sake of the French Revolution. With my single act of violence, I will bring peace to my nation. And I will face the sharp blade of Madame La Guillotine looking toward the future: A future of hope for the new French Republic and all her people.

It will be up to you, and history, to judge whether my act was right or wrong.

Listen to Charlotte tell her story in her own words.

Download her StoryApp here.

Image:

Fournier, Mme., after Raffet. Charlotte on the Evening of Her Death, 1847, Lamartine’s l’Histoire des Girondins (Furne and W. Coquebert), vol. 6, engraving facing page 264. Photographic reproduction courtesy Moby’s Newt © 2010.

 

 

Monday
Sep052011

The Story Continues: Chapter 21 - My Incarceration

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Chapter 22...

In which Charlotte tells of her grisly imprisonment at La Conciergerie.

Upon my arrival at the prison of the Conciergerie, I was first brought to the office of Le Greffier, the Clerk.  He asked me many questions: my name, my profession, where I came from, my date of birth.  He then very carefully wrote up a physical description of my person, a sort of verbal drawing.  He read it aloud to see if I agreed with his observation. I said I did. It was really quite accurate.

Le Greffier then inscribed the date of my arrival at the Conciergerie, and the nature of my crime – murder. He asked me my motive. I told him proudly that I killed Jean-Paul Marat to save the Revolution.  He looked up at me. He stared deeply into my eyes.  His gaze fixed upon mine and lingered for some moments. I shuddered. Did he hate me? Was he grateful? Would my fellow citizens understand my sacrifice, after all? Would my father and dear sister ever forgive me?

Then I met Mr. Richard, my jailer, Le Concierge.  He was kind to me.  He knew I was soon to die.  He asked me if I had any means, any money, to be a pistole, a prisoner able to afford a private or semi-private prison cell with a bed.  I said I had none.  I had only brought along with me enough money to pay for my weapon – the knife I used to kill Marat.

And so I spent the last night of my life in a windowless prison cell, crowded in among the other pailleux, those able only to afford paille, or straw, for their last bed.

Next stop: La Salle de la Toilette, The Grooming Room. Sounds comforting, n’est-ce pas?, like a visit to have your hair dressed. Well, this is the last place we prisoners of the Revolution wish to be taken, for it is the last place we will all visit before our trip to the guillotine.  You see, shortly before each of us is to die we are first brought here to have our hair cut above our necks.  Why, you ask? Because the only thing capable of slowing the guillotine blade is human hair.  And that can only result in excruciating pain for the condemned.

We are meant to tip the barber, to thank him for the great care he takes with these preparations.  But, alas, I had no more pistole to leave on his table.

The straw in my cell - in all the cells of the pailleux, I’m told - is changed only once each month. During the day, we pailleux are allowed to wander the Prisoner’s Gallery and visit the outdoor courtyards, but by night we are forced back into our cramped cells. The prison of the Conciergerie is so grossly overcrowded that cells meant for four people are packed to 16 or 18. It’s dreadful in here, dark, always, even during the day. The walls sweat with damp from the foul-smelling River Seine which is known to overflow its banks in times of heavy rain.  We have only a shared bucket in case of necessity, and have no choice but to take turns sitting or lying down.  It’s impossible to sleep in these conditions, a reality made worse by the guards’ constant banging on the metal grills of the prison’s doors. Fear prevails in the Conciergerie, invading one’s every sense.           

Les pistoles and prisoniers des marques, those with their own cells, have enough money to bring in their books and beds.  These are never provided by our jailer, Le Concierge, but are brought into the prison from the prisoner’s own home. Les prisoniers des marques spend their last days gorging on good food and wine, drinking and stuffing themselves with fare from the finest area restaurants, enjoying their last moments before their final journey to meet their maker.

Finally, I was allowed some air in the Cour des Femmes, the Women’s Courtyard, where we women prisoners of the Conciergerie under the French Revolution spend each long day leading up to our execution.  Ahead of you, to the left, is our collective water fountain.  It is here where we are permitted to bathe and wash out our clothes each morning.  Straight on again, behind the iron gate, is a small, triangular courtyard, the carré des douze, where we prisoners are taken and held on the day of our execution, 12 at a time.  That’s how many can fit in a tumbrel. When the tumbrel arrives to take us to the Place de la Revolution, the large bell above the carré des douze is sounded from a pull chain in the cour du mai.  It is also this bell that signals our return to the cells each night.  It is this bell that regulates life in the Conciergerie.  I’ve never hated a single object more. 

To your right, at the same end of the garden, is the stone table where we women take turns eating our meager meals of water and bread.  It is upon this table that I write to you now.  Please join me there to hear the end of my tale.

Next up: the penultimate chapter, in which Charlotte relates "The End".

 

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Images:

Hauer, Jean Jacques (1751-1829). Charlotte Corday (1768-1793), 1793, Assassin of Marat as prisoner at the Conciergerie. Oil on canvas, 60 x 47 cm. Inv.: MV 4615. Chateaux de Versailles et de Trianon, Versailles, France. Photo Credit: Réunion des Musées Nationaux / Art Resource, NY.

Unknown. An Ordinary Guillotine, 18th c. Crédit photographique: Musée de la Révolution Françaises, Vizille, France, http://www.domaine-vizille.fr, Inv. MRF 1988-171.

All others copyright Sarah B. Towle, 2011.

Thursday
Sep012011

The Story Continues: Chapter 21 - My Trial

Still Two Weeks Left to Contribute to Charlotte's

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Chapter 21...

In which Charlotte is tried and convicted to death by guillotine.

Four months before I killed Jean-Paul Marat, in March of 1793, the radical National Convention took over the Conciergerie and installed its own Revolutionary Court, called the Tribunal.  Since then, the Tribunal has met in the great vaulted halls of the Palais de Justice.

On 15 July 1793, two days after killing Marat, my case was given to the dreaded Public Prosecutor and Jacobin sympathizer, Antoine Quentin Fouquier-Tinville.  Yesterday, July 16, I was brought to the Conciergerie by his order. 

My ordeal here began with pre-trial questioning. I freely admitted to my act of murder. I insisted again on the truth: that I acted alone. I stated that I had killed not a man, but a savage beast that was devouring all of France; that I had killed one man to give peace to many. 

With that Fouquier-Tinville immediately placed me in the Conciergerie Prison. My belongings were gathered from no. 7, Hotel de la Providence and brought to me.  I spent the day writing letters of farewell to my friends and family and cleaning my clothes in the prisoners’ shared fountain for what I knew would be a swift trial.  If I am going to die, it will be in dignity in a freshly laundered tunic, not in one stained with a madman’s blood. 

My trial was set for 8:00 this morning, 17 July 1793. I was brought into the vaulted hall a free citizen, my hands untied. I stood calmly before Antoine Quentin Fouquier-Tinville, and his fellow Jacobin, Maximilien Robespierre.

They were both friends of Marat. They sat beneath a statue of “Justice” amongst the five judges of the Revolutionary Tribunal. All of them were dressed in black with tri-color sashes and tall hats plumed with ostrich feathers.  These ridiculous and dangerous men wasted no time deciding my fate.

Today, in only a matter of hours, I will die by the guillotine. Until then, as the painter Hauer sketches my portrait, I write this memoir to you, good citizens, to ask that all true Friends of Peace remember me.

Stay tuned for Chapter 22...

The story of Charlotte's grisly imprisonment at La Conciergerie.


Listen to Charlotte tell her story in her own words.

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