The Writings of a Dreamer

The 15th of April, 1790 Outside of Paris!

Papa has found an alley that we can use for escape! We snuck down it last night. We are now hiding in a little caverne that we found until night. Maman says she is scared. She does the rosary about ten times every day! Papa does not know where we will go next. Mon Dieu I am afraid. What have we done to deserve this? What did Marie do to deserve this? Or Louis? God, help me! I am off to do my rosary now.