One of my favorite memories of my last trip to Paris is walking alone, in drizzling rain, on the last night in the city. This is the Palais de Justice and the attached (on the right side) antechamber to the guillotine, the Conciergerie prison. I could just stand there for hours, by myself, and consider all that has happened there. I'm going to post letters and excerpts of letters written from within these walls, by prisoners, to their loved ones, hours before their deaths. Get ready, I have two books full of those letters. Aren't I a fun person?