July 14, 1789
Yes, if I think now of the Queen as I saw her that morning, with her wide lace sleeves, she all pink and delicate, motionless, her lips parted, while her eyes were fixed on those little pieces of fabric, those swatches of her finest gowns, the word that comes to my mind is love.
—Farewell, My Queen by Chantal Thomas
Farewell My Queen (2012)