Marat's printing press

According to one of my books about Walks Through Lost Paris, by Leonard Pitt, this cheery building used to hold Marat's printing press.  The cobblestone alley in which it sits is reached by walking under the arch into the passage where  Danton and Desmoulins lived or, as I did, through a series of courtyards which opens up to the passage at another spot.  The passage archway entrance is the Cour du Commerce St. André located almost directly across Boulevard Saint Germain from Danton's statue.  The printing press is at #8.  Danton's and Desmoulins' apartments, gone now, were probably 10 doors or so from Marat's print shop and an equal distance, the other direction, from Marat's home.  They shared the narrow passage with Le Procope, the restaurant frequented by all of them, plus more, that's still in business.  I want to see the Revolution memorabilia on display.  Another noteworthy address, #9, is the one where Dr. Guillotin perfected his handy device on sheep in the basement.

This is good stuff, isn't it?  Not to everyone, admittedly, but when I first became interested in this subject, I'd have flipped out to have found the location of Marat's printing press.  I hope an interested person stumbles upon it here.  If you stumble on it and find factual errors, don't hesitate to tell me.  I'm not sensitive.  Ha.  Everyone knows I'm extremely so, but, more so, want to be accurate.  So, correct me if I'm wrong.

So, from #8, Marat spewed violence and lies.  I've written about him before.  If you're interested, put his name in the search box.  He was a disgusting guy, so filthy, stinking, and covered with a hideous skin disease that even his admirers and associates kept a physical distance from him when possible. Speaking of Marat, I walked by the Palais Royale today, the den of inequity owned by the King's disloyal cousin, Duc d'Orleans, from which Charlotte Corday bought the knife she used to cut short Marat's writing career.  She was quite a woman, that Charlotte Corday.  Noble intent.