Their first night in Aachen was uneventful. It was really a foreign place for Renault. He, of course, had left France before, travelling to his grandparent’s farm, but Belgium was much like rural France.
Aachen was different, it was Germany, everything was different there. The smells, the sounds, even the people seemed more preoccupied than those in Paris, and that city was in the midst of a Revolution. None of that talk was going on in Aachen though despite the war being a short ride away.
Of course there were refugees coming into the city in droves from the battles going on just over the horizon, but the war had not come to Aachen yet.
Renault knew the city was old, the Romans had built parts of it, but there were settlements before they arrived in the area too. It became one of the
