Chapter 257 A Couple's Brief Visit to Paris
September 20th, 1801.
The grandeur of Paris sprawled before them as Napoleon and Ciela observed the bustling city from their horse-drawn carriage. The rhythmic clip-clop of hooves on cobblestones accompanied their progress through the vibrant capital. The carriage, with its open top, allowed the crisp autumn breeze to tousle Napoleon's hair and rustle Ciela's elegant dress.
The two sat side by side, absorbing the sights and sounds of a city in perpetual motion. Construction workers toiled nearby, their sweat glistening in the golden afternoon sun.
The buggy stopped at the construction site of the Arc de Triomphe. It's been a year since he had commissioned constructing the monunt which would beco the cultural symbol of France and the monunt celebrating French victory in the First and Second Coalition and the successful invasion of the British Empire.
The foundation or the very structure of the monunt itself was finished. The only thing that is left is the ornants, decorations, and sculptures.
Napoleon watched the twenty sculptors striking their chisels with precision and artistry, each blow bringing the monuntal edifice closer to completion.? He wanted the Arc de Triomphe to be completed by the end of the year. So to make it a reality, he had hired tens of talented sculptors, artisans, and craftsn from across the realm, each contributing their expertise to this grand undertaking.
He then swept his head around, looking at the future twelve avenues that would radiate out from the completed Arc de Triomphe, like the spokes of a great wheel, connecting the heart of Paris to its various districts.
"So far, according to Bouchard, the construction of the avenues, boulevards, and parks are progressing smoothly," Napoleon remarked, his eyes narrowing with contemplation.
Ciela, her gaze fixed on the laborers and architects shaping the city's future, nodded in agreent. "It's remarkable that they could do so much in such a short amount of ti."
"Well you can thank modern technology for that," Napoleon said and added. "And the fact that we mobilized millions of citizens on the grand project."
"Or I should thank you," Ciela finally looked at Napoleon. "You were the one who introduced those technologies. And thanks to you, Paris is looking comparably similar to our vision of Paris."
Vision of Paris is basically a codeword they used when referring to Paris in the 21st century. They ca up with it whenever they would inspect the ongoing construction to prevent misunderstandings among the local populace.
"But I'm concerned dear, I want Paris to be the most beautiful city in the world. I don't want it heavily urbanized like the Vision of Paris."
Napoleon understood what she ant. Paris in the 21st century may be beautiful but it has less desirable things like heavy traffic, poor air quality, and lack of green space. To prevent that from happening, he prepared asures.
If automobiles were to be introduced within the next five to ten years and gain popularity among the masses, he would implent asures to restrict their numbers by encouraging Parisians to opt for public transportation alternatives, such as steam locomotives or trams. In addressing poor air quality, he would prohibit companies from constructing industrial facilities within Paris and instead confine them to designated industrial regions. To address the scarcity of green spaces, the solution was straightforward: construct more parks and increase tree planting initiatives.
All of these asures had already been put into practice. Industrial factories, for instance, had been relocated to the Lorraine region. Gone were the days of thick black smoke billowing from city buildings, replaced only by the occasional puff from the steam engines that powered construction equipnt and vehicles.
When all of the construction projects are completed, there's no doubt that Paris will beco the most beautiful city in the world and their neighboring countries will look upon in envy.
After all, the capital should be as grand as the Empire.
Turning to the Empire itself, the conclusion of the Second War of the Coalition had ushered in a period of peace across the continent. Napoleon had received reports from his Foreign Minister, Talleyrand, indicating that neighboring nations were actively embracing industrialization and modernization. Radical and progressive reforms were sweeping across Europe, reshaping the social fabric as countries raced to keep pace with France's rapid transformation.
In addition to these developnts, news had surfaced about the Russians obtaining copies of coveted bolt-action rifles and machine guns. It was only a matter of ti before they developed their own repeating bolt-action rifles and machine guns. Unfortunately, the concerning reports did not end there; Napoleon's Minister of Interior, Lucien, had uncovered unsettling information. Forr employees from various heavy industries, including those within their company, had defected and shared critical machinery and manufacturing techniques with foreign powers.
In short, industrial espionage is rife, especially in tis of peace. But Napoleon is confident that the Russians, Austrians, Prussians, and even the British won't dare start another war in a disadvantageous position as they are focusing on themselves.
He predicted that in eight or ten years, European nations would rile up once more, seeking to challenge France's newfound dominance.
To safeguard France, his only recourse was to maintain a lead over them in both military and economic terms, which is what they have right now.
"Want to visit the construction site of the Palais Garnier?" Napoleon proposed.
Ciela smiled warmly. "I would love to, my dear."
Napoleon cast a quick glance at the driver to which the driver nodded in acknowledgent. With a gentle flick of the reins, the horse-drawn carriage resud its journey through the streets of Paris.
It gracefully navigated through the future shopping paradise boulevard, the Haussmann Boulevard, where Galeries Lafayette is located and under construction. Of course, Haussmann would not be its na but his daughter, Aveline Boulevard.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the construction site of the Palais Garnier.
The construction site of the Palais Garnier was a hive of activity. Skilled artisans and laborers, dressed in a dley of work attire, sward around the site like ants in a carefully choreographed dance. The great opera house was taking shape, its splendid facade slowly revealing the grandeur that awaited within.
"How long would this take to complete, my dear?" Ciela asked, gazing at the edifice of the Palais Garnier.
"Next year, according to the report," Napoleon answered.
"I can't wait," Ciela said.
"So am I. But do you know where I am most excited?" Napoleon grinned.
"Where?"
"Here."
Ciela's eyes sparkled with affection as Napoleon's hand gently caressed her baby bump.
"We are gonna need more as I'm turning France into an empire in the future," Napoleon said.
"Let take a year break after this," Ciela said.
"Okay," Napoleon agreed. "Oh, about the children, their birthday is in a week. We should buy them gifts before we return to Versailles."
"Great idea."
***
anwhile, about thirty ters away from Napoleon and Ciela's carriage, a discreet stagecoach ca to a halt, cleverly hidden from view. Inside, a woman in her mid-twenties, held a pair of theater binoculars to her eyes. She wasn't looking at the carriage itself but at its occupants, Napoleon and Ciela.
"There you are… sister," she whispered.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" One of the Consular Elite Guards approached the discreetly parked stagecoach. "Move along!"
The woman, still peering through her theater binoculars, simply prodded the ceiling, signaling the coachman to leave.
The stagecoach swiftly departed.
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