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For few Kings ever baked bread, and it takes a great stretch of the imagination to see a Cardinal laying stone for a Cathedral except if it be the first one surrounded by great pomp and circumstance. It has been said that history is written by the winners, but what must not be forgotten is that the everyday efforts of the nameless millions is history's life blood. Under the Arc de Triomphe, in the center of the Place Charles de Gaulle, burns the flame for the Unknown Soldier. I like to think that it burns for all of history's Unknowns, unsung and forgotten, those forever nameless who played no lesser part in the growth of this city than did those whose names and deeds found a place in the histories, or carved upon a wall. So, as we describe the epochs and periods in the history of Paris, using as we must the lives and deeds of those who stood in the forefront either by conquest, heredity, accomplishment or notoriety, we will try to keep in mind that their lives and deeds were not lived in isolation but were the visible features of waves and movements of human energies playing out in the field of time. Such is the history of Paris and continues today in the efforts of the millions who go about their business of "hauling water, chopping wood", the everyday tasks of life. Her story begins with the forever nameless, in the mists of Prehistory. Let us begin then Before the Beginning.
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