Francis and I notice that things are really settling down in France right now. We’re lucky to be alive, but we’re grateful that we weren’t killed during any bread riots during this revolution, unlike so many other bakers in other villages.
Almost everything in my life is back to normal; I’m living the simple life of the simple baker again. People that turned on my husband and I during the revolution came back to apologize, and the people of the village respect us again. The Reign of Terror marks the transition to a new beginning, and a more organized system. The bakery that use to be polished and clean, is now slightly damaged from town’s people during the riot. Francis and I are slowly cleaning things up, and the bakery is starting to look new again. Town’s people are out and about and the town square is a place of joy and celebration once again.
In my opinion, the French Revolution doesn’t end until we’re all able to voice our own opinions without being killed as soon as stepping out of the bakery. Although the worst of the revolution is done, I don’t feel like this is the end. There’s so many problems that haven’t been discussed and solved. I hope hundreds of years from now, the common people of France will be able to live free. Francis and I hope to be remembered as the bakers that stood up for ourself, never backed down when in doubt, and made the best bread in the whole village. We want to be remembered as bakers that lived a great life, despite all the drama that went down, we remained calm, forgive and forget. In my opinion, even though we seem to be “free” at last, the revolution will not every truly have a clear conclusion. The people of France should live life as happy as possible; Life is only so short.