The Cafes are crowded by a gay crowd.

On the Boulevard, Monsieur and Madame walk quietly along with their children.

In the Champs Elysees honest mechanics and bourgeois are basking in the sun, and nurserymaids are flirting with soldiers.

There is even a lull in the universal drilling.

The regiments of Nationaux and Mobiles carry large branches of trees stuck into the ends of their muskets.