I took this picture from the base of the huge statue of Danton that sits on the median in the middle of Boulevard Saint-Germain. The archway marking the entrance to the Cour du Commerce has been moved from its original location which was at about the spot I was standing. The Danton and Desmoulins families lived in the section of the neighborhood between where I took the picture and where the entrance was moved and stands now. If that makes sense. To the right of where I stood was Marat's home, also now destroyed. (A building that belongs to the medical school stands on the site of Marat's home. When I was there, construction workers were digging and I desperately wanted to help them dig in hopes of discovering some long-buried artifact.)
I crossed the street, passed through that historic entry and onto the cobblestone streets once trod by so many people I almost consider friends. (They may as well be friends. I damn sure think about them enough.) It took my breath away.