This was what the butcher wanted.

Louis Bonaparte had not done all this to hide it afterwards.
"The southern side of the boulevard was covered with torn cartridge wads; the sidewalk on the northern side disappeared beneath the mortar torn from the fronts of the houses by the bullets, and was as white as if snow had fallen on it; while pools of blood left large dark patches on that snow of ruins.

The foot of the passer-by avoided a corpse only to tread upon fragments of broken glass, plaster, or stone; some houses were so riddled by the grape and cannon-balls, that they seemed on the point of tumbling down; this was the case with M.Sallandrouze's, which we have already mentioned, and the mourning warehouse at the corner of Faubourg Montmartre.

'The Billecoq house,' says a witness, 'is, at the present moment, still propped up by wooden beams, and the front will have to be partly rebuilt.

The balls have made holes in the carpet warehouse in several places.' Another witness says: 'All the houses from the Cercle des Etrangers to Rue Poissonniere were literally riddled with balls, especially on the right-hand side of the boulevard.
One of the large panes of plate glass in the warehouses of _La Petite Jeannette_ received certainly more than two hundred for its share.
There was not a window that had not its ball.