ABSTRACT
WE left Orléans the beginning of December, and are come to pass the winter at Paris, Such of our acquaintances as are aristocrats tell us how much we ought to lament the evil destiny which has led us to Paris at present; that the town has lost all its former éclat; that all the good company are at Coblentz; that the splendid equipages are laid aside; that the public walks, where formerly none but persons comme il faut were suffered to enter, are now filled with people whom nobody knows; and that, upon the whole, we may consider ourselves as most unfortunate travellers, who have come to fee Paris at a time when there is nothing to be seen.
