There were currently few completed bridges from the Left Bank of the Seine to the Right Bank—certainly nowhere near as many as in Venice—so they still had to take a boat across the river.
Given the Seine's current water quality, drifting along it was hardly pleasant. Fortunately, the journey was not far, and they soon reached the opposite shore and disembarked at a dock near the Louvre Museum.
This was France's standard program. Foreign guests were invariably taken on a tour of the Louvre Museum, and the huge influx of people into Paris needed work as well, so building the Louvre Museum was much the same in nature as building the pyramids.
As she looked at the Louvre Museum still under construction, Pomona was filled with emotion.
Because the First Consul was coming, Denon, the director of the Louvre Museum, had personally come to receive them, accompanied by other staff members.
Pomona tried to find Champollion among them. She wanted to ask him whether there was a way to leave this world. Unfortunately, she only knew Champollion's name and had never seen a portrait of him, so she could not pick him out from so many people.
On an occasion like this, the girls became mere decorations. All the men surrounding Mr. Jenner wore black coats. It seemed Napoleon had truly spared no expense for this reception.
A scholar overlooked in his own country received such a warm welcome abroad. Why should he still cling to the homeland that had rejected him?
That was true of scholars, and it was true of generals as well. Prince Eugene had only gone to Germany after failing to make a name for himself in France.
There was a kind of loneliness that came from being unable to find a single person in the