Round the statue of Strasburg there is the usual crowd, and speculators are driving a brisk trade in portraits of General Uhrich.

"Here, citizens," cries one, "is the portrait of the heroic defender of Strasburg, only one sou--it cost me two--I only wish that I were rich enough to give it away." "Listen, citizens," cries another, "whilst I declaim the poem of a lady who has escaped from Strasburg.

To those who, after hearing it, may wish to read it to their families, I will give it as a favour for two sous." I only saw one disturbance.

As I passed by the Rond Point, a very tall woman was mobbed, because it was thought that she might be a Uhlan in disguise.

But it was regarded more as a joke than anything serious.