Stern patriotism unbent, and tragic severity of demeanour was forgotten.

The Champs Elysees and the Avenue de la Grande Armee were full of people.
Monsieur shone by his absence; he was at the ramparts, or was supposed to be there; but his wife, his children, his _bonne_, and his kitchen wench issued forth, oblivious alike of dull care and of bombarding Prussians, to enjoy themselves after their wont by gossiping and lolling in the sun.

The Strasburg fetish had its usual crowd of admirers.

Every bench in the Champs Elysees was occupied.

Guitars twanged, organs were ground, merry-go-rounds were in full swing, and had it not been that here and there some regiment was drilling, one would have supposed oneself in some country fair.