and not a single "Teur" in sight except for him...

so he found walking across the square a bit embarrassing.

Everyone stared....

The military band stopped playing and the Offenbach polka came to a halt with one foot in the air.
With his two rifles on his shoulders, his revolver by his side, unflinching and stately he passed through the throng, but on reaching the hotel his strength deserted him.

The departure from Tarascon.