The doors of the Taverne Gabrielle in the Rue des Franc Bourgeois in the Marais stood open to all passers-by and also to the cool wind blowing from the south-east This evening perhaps because it was summer-time and perhaps also because it was supper-time for all in Paris from his Splendid Majesty down to the lowest who had any supper to eat the appropriately named tavern--since directly opposite to it was the hotel which Henri IV had built for th...