Jeanne was a bath maid, a new profession - after King Louis XIV unabashedly showed a value for cleanliness and an abhorrence of filth, bathing became once again the norm in Paris - and the reason why it is not a new fashion is that before the fourteenth century, the people of France were equally keen to soak in the hot baths, but due to the spread of syphilis and the Black Death, these baths, which were regarded as epidemics, gradually disappeared, and as for those who were too extreme- For example, we don't care about the saints and saints who have insisted on not touching a little water for decades, so that they have "dirt armor" on their bodies, and at this time, the nobles who have the conditions are all using white cloth towels to wipe their bodies, using perfume to cover up the odor, and they have constantly changed their clothes to do cleaning.

But as the king rebuilt the Richelieu mansion - Now the residence of the Duke of Lorraine, and after the Louvre, some people with a keen sense of smell have followed suit to add or renovate private bathrooms in their own homes, which is very expensive, although most people expect only to be able to have a common topic with the king, but the comfort of the bathrooms and sanitary facilities is undoubted, in recent years, not only the private residences of the duke and bishops have often appeared Monsieur de Le Vau (the architect of the Palace of Versailles) construction team, even the "special salon" where famous women gather Clubs and hostels have also improved dramatically in this regard.

In the streets of Paris, when Monsieur Fouquet was still the king's treasurer, he was in charge of the construction of public toilets, which was modeled after the ancient Roman counterparts, that is, three neat rows of pits arranged in a U-shape, where people could greet each other, spit and exchange opinions about the current situation, and the filth was washed directly from the Seine or the ducal (the Duke of Orleans was not pleased with this) canals into the pipes buried under the streets, and into the wilderness outside Paris. At first, people were not very accustomed to it, especially drunkards who got drunk at night, but they were accustomed to tearing their pants casually and having a good time—and thus an important position was born, a night patrolman, who carried sticks and whistles, and when they saw such fools, they rushed up to wake them up, and then decided whether to fine them or to use hard labor, and this profession continued until three hundred years later, and even the most terrible shouts of the human rights activists could not take the stick from the patrolman's hand— Because they, like many professions, were "hired hands of the Sun King", an intangible political and cultural heritage, their wages were paid by the royal family, and even inherited by their children and grandchildren – they were the pride of the French people.

Oh, of course, there are many such professions, for example, and the aforementioned cleaning ladies in the shared toilets - they are all fifty or sixty years old, but they are strong, temperamental old ladies, although I said above that there are always people in the toilets who spit and snot their noses, but they all have to be sneaky, because if they are caught by the cleaning and tending women, they will rush up and pinch your "" until you obediently pay the fine, or clean it yourself...... But you also know that since it's open to civilians, it's hard to keep it absolutely clean, at least the smell is always unavoidable.

So Jeanne was content with her new job, especially since she had the good fortune to find work in a women's bathroom instead of a toilet or a men's bathroom—just like before the Black Death, which soon became another place of trade between celebrities and customers, and it was difficult to keep her innocence even if she was just a servant in it, after all, the tub had to be filled with water from time to time, the books, food, and wine needed by the customers had to be delivered to them, and the soft collapse of the rest place was hidden behind the curtain— Who knows what's going on inside, so even though the female workers in the men's bathroom are paid three times as much as the women's bathroom, Jeanne is still in peace at the women's bathroom, called Venus.

The "Venus" women's bathhouse, originally a three-story hotel, has now been converted into a two-story bath, with the top floor resting and the ground floor a complex for selling some of the goods that women like, and most of the women who come and go here are merchants, government officials, or dependents of low-ranking military officers, who are not so poor that they cannot afford to pay for bathing, but they are not so rich as to be able to add bathing facilities to their homes— The water faucets and pipes they need are all brass, the bathtub and toilet are precious ceramics, and it is a significant expense to connect the plumbing in the home to the public plumbing, and the same is true for the water supply, as well as the water supply.

But just as the men use the bathroom as a different kind of pastime, so do the ladies – in addition to the occasional meeting with their loved ones, they also gather to talk about the latest fashions, accessories and entertainment in Paris, whether real or fake, or to laugh at an absent companion...... Perhaps the steaming of water can be as smoky as alcohol, and Jeanne has heard a lot of surprising gossip here, and it is no different today, as she up her ears as she runs briskly through the tub, and the wife of a certain merchant complains about her husband's weakness under the cover of steam, while the wife of another clerk asks if there is a prescription for an effective abortion, and the people around her laugh at her husband for being too jealous, and another woman persuading another lady to accept a daughter-in-law who has been married three times and is ugly but has a good dowry...... Jeanne hid her smile behind her sleeve and poured a large glass of chilled lemonade for a lady who was always very generous, whose surname was Gawler, a noble surname, and perhaps because of this surname, her husband had been promoted by the Marquis de Lois to be the steward of the barracks, and was about to leave for Flanders, but it was her lover, an officer, who was about to follow Viscount Tirrenne to the Netherlands. Beside her, Madame Gerald, whose husband, who was also an officer, was encouraging Madame Gawler to find another lover whom she liked: "When the King returns to Paris," she said, the fine lines of her eyes opening as if in the steam, "are you afraid that you will not have a strong and powerful foal to ride? ”

Madame Gauller took a large sip of lemonade and turned to the bath, "But I have heard that many of those officers are peasants from Versailles. ”

"Oh my God, do you care about that?" cried out Lady Gerald, with a false swagger, "you are looking for love, not marriage." ”

"I have to consider," said Madame de Gowler, "I must not let anyone laugh at me for choosing a farmer to be my lover." ”

"If the peasant could enter the Palace of Versailles," said Madame Gerald, "the go-to gossip would be red with jealousy." ”

"Versailles?" asked Madame Gawler, surprised, "isn't it the Louvre?"

"Why do you think so," said Madame Gerald, "the last celebratory feast was at Versailles. ”

"Many people say it should be in Paris," said Madame Gawler, "and so does my husband, and my good gentleman." ”

"Do you believe me, or do you believe them? They didn't get out of Paris – I mean, they didn't take part in that battle, but my husband was in it, and he was with the king. Madame Gerald said proudly, and Madame Gauller looked incredulous, for if Madame Gerald's husband had really made great achievements in the war against Flanders, or against the Netherlands, she would not have spoken to her here, and she would have at least had a private bathroom.

Although the bathroom was steamy, Madame Gerald seemed to have guessed Madame Gohler's suspicions, and she snorted contemptuously, "If you don't want to hear it, forget it." ”

Madame Gawler, of course, wanted to know, not only for the sake of her husband, but also for the sake of her lover, and she hastened to tell little Jeanne to fetch wine and pastries, and Jeanne hurried to the kitchen, took the wine and some small cakes, and ran up quickly, but fortunately Madame Gerald was also waiting for the bribe, and after drinking the wine she confessed that her husband had been wounded in the battle against the Netherlands, so there was an opportunity to enter the Palace of Versailles for the banquet of victory, which, according to him, might last fifteen days or more, and he was scheduled for the sixth day, but the king would most likely come and greet them。

"But this is Paris. Although Madame Gawler, like most ladies, was not keen on politics, the pride of Parisians made her reluctant to say it.

"The King prefers Versailles," said Madame Gerald, pertinently, "and there is nothing in place to make His Majesty change his mind." ”

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Louis XIV really did not change his mind.

After the end of the battle against Flanders, he once held a mass and victory procession in Paris, although the banquet was held in Versailles, but at that time it was said that Versailles was larger than the Louvre, and could accommodate "every Frenchman" as he said, but in fact, it was his first victory, and the king still could not guarantee that his insistence would arouse the displeasure of the Parisians, so he had to make some concessions.

But after the end of the campaign against the Netherlands, the throne of the Sun King was already unshakable, and in this case, Louis XIV would not have held any ceremonies and banquets in Paris other than the Great Mass - not on the spur of the moment, but on the basis of political and economic considerations- At the age of fourteen he had decided to build a new city to replace the turbulent and unruly capital of Paris, and that the most important event in the years had been this victory, so that he would have held a procession and a great banquet at Versailles, and he believed that at this moment no minister or nobleman would dare to dictate his will.

Sure enough, not to mention the court, even the Parisians, who had always been the most contemptuous of the royal family, only quietly, occasionally, complained a few words of grumbling - the lack of affection for the king, in the light of the Sun King, these thugs who had dared to rush into the king's bedroom could not help but tighten their courage, and they had realized what a powerful, cold and arrogant ruler they had, and they did not even know whether to be sad or happy.

Louis spent only a few days at the Louvre before he set out for Versailles, flanked by brightly clad musketeers and guardsmen, and behind him a vast convoy of chariots from the Queen Mother, the Brother, the Duchess of Montpensier, the Prince of Condé, and so on...... He was followed by ministers and generals such as the Duke of Luxembourg, the Viscount of Tillenne, the Corbert, and the Marquis of Loiss...... They were followed by even longer queues, and finally there were even more hikers, more than at the time of the Flemish triumph, and tens of thousands of people crowded the Boulevard de Versailles, and according to the Count of d'Artagnan, the Parisians could be said to have poured out.

Louis looked out the window of the car, and suddenly remembered when he was ten years old, when he was awakened from his slumber by Bishop Mazaran and fled from the Louvre to Saint-Germain-en-Laye, when the streets were full of lit bonfires, rudimentary fortifications, and a pair of furious eyes peeping at the king's whereabouts behind the dumped carriage and dirty wooden boxes, they frightened Louis more than the werewolves that appeared later— These people are like greedy and despicable hyenas, a little flesh and blood can make them completely crazy, but nominally, they are the people that Louis wants to shelter and love.

"Paris......" Louis shook his head slightly, leaned back, and slowly closed his eyes, as if he had left a nightmare behind him.

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Madame Gerald anxiously climbed the window of the carriage and looked out, for her husband had been wounded in the battle against the Netherlands, so that in addition to the king's reward, they could enjoy some privileges, such as taking a good position in this boundless queue, but this good position could not be conceived to pass the officials and nobles, she looked ahead with reluctance, but when she looked at the back, she was content, only because there were too many people, and when they reached Versailles, it was already dusk, and Madame Gerald hurriedly got out of the carriage and almost fell directly to the ground- After sitting in the carriage for so long, her legs were numb.

This time the king did not put up "obstacles" on the way to Versailles At the time of the battle against Flanders, even if he won a big victory, the funds in his hands had to be prepared for the subsequent war against the Netherlands, and the Palace of Versailles only completed the decoration of the new Grand Gallery and the central hall, and the other rooms were still empty, but after he captured Amsterdam, the gold of Amsterdam after paying off the loans of the merchants, also allowed the king's designers to complete the final decoration of the Palace of Versailles, 1,800 rooms were enough to receive the king's invited guests, and those who were not invited could also be hospitalized- but not eligible to stay overnight.

But for most people, this was enough - some of those who had participated in the last event couldn't help but let out a shout of excitement, and the Versailles that really revealed its full picture was a completely different concept from the Yoshiwa Katako they remembered.

It's not a palace, it's a new city.