Of course, we had to go to the Conciergerie

The view from the Corner of Twelve, in the Women's Courtyard, where the condemned waited, a dozen at at time, to be loaded into the tumbrel. Whenever I think of it, I shake my head in bewilderment. What the heck were they thinking? "They" being the people doing the condemning. It's somewhat easier to imagine what "they", behind the wrought iron fence, were thinking - probably a range of thoughts, from panic to shock - induced stupor. I owe it to them to care.