"Since the French war the Germans have proved capable of joking, and as regards England, a large number of their military have taken to peregrinating. The phenomena are not to be disregarded, for while a jocular son of the Vaterland was, hitherto, a curiosity, a travelled Teuton was scarcely to be found. London has now a number of German military visitors, it appears. The following is a copy of a programme which a German officer produced the other day on his arrival, as furnished to him by a brother officer who had returned to Rouen full of experience of the objects of interest London presents .— 1st, Madame Tussaud's ; 2nd, Westminster Abbey ; 3rd, The Alhambra ; 4th, Greenwich and Woolwich ; 5th, the Morning Guard Mounting at the Horse Guards ; 6th, the Park, "to see the Dames ;" 7th, the German Turnverein; 8th, the Opera; 9th, the Tower ("note the Armoury"); 10th. the Albert Hall and International Exhibition ("note the munitions of war"); 11th, the Royal Academy ; 12th, a volunteer regiment ; 13th, the Docks ; 14th, the Holborn National Assembly Rooms ; 15th, Vienna Beer. Most of these places, we suppose, would furnish good strategic points, in case of a London occupation. Let the Horse Guards look to it. The House of Parliament, Buckingham Palace, and the West End generally, are, according to the programme, not worth seeing.Madame Tussaud's London's number one attraction? I've never understood why anyone would want to look at wax models. Especially if you have to pay money for the privilege. I'd have put Vienna beer much higher up the list. Right after London Porter, Stout, Mild, Burton and Pale Ale.
Huddersfield Chronicle - Saturday 20 May 1871, page 9.
Meanwhile back in Paris the French were trying to put the disaster of the war behind them with a fancy parade:
"THE GREAT REVIEW OF FRENCH TROOPS. — The Paris correspondent of the Daily News writes :— People went away weary with the review. Many of them left their places during the hours of marching, and strolled about behind the tribunes on the green, where the horses are walked when there is a race. Or they escorted ladies to places of refreshment, where the prices were monstrous. The refreshment stalls were let to a man with a well known name, Rouze. He was well known at the Exhibition of 1867 ; he has been burnt out in the Rue Royale, opposite the Madeleine ; and he has taken to exorbitant prices after having started years ago in a profession of cheapness. A water-ice which would be cold — just as good — in the streets of London for a penny, was sold at his oounter for a shilling. A bock of Vienna beer, which in the Quartier Latin the cafes sell for 25 centimes at a good profit — and which on the Boulevards is sold for 40 centimes at a prodigious advantage, something like cent. per cent, he offered to the world for a franc. What has this Rouze done that he should be so favoured? Why should the Government, because it holds a review at Longchamps, say to Rouze of all men, "Rouze, we love you — and we give you authority to pillage the people of Paris, by refusing to let them have a glass of beer unless they pay for it five times what it cost you. Rouze, take your money, and be of good cheer." It is possible that Rouze had his place in the plans of the Government. The review was dull — the people were driven to the baok of the stand to try Rouze. But Rouze was dear — and drove them back again to see the dull review, in which I must signalise the presence of an English officer, who was much stared at on account of his scarlet uniform. He did not belong to the army. He belonged to some militia or volunteer regiment— I am not learned enough to say which, and I felt too much antipathy to him to care to go and ask him. But the French took him for some general officer at tbe least, and thought that perhaps they would one day have to fight the brave fellow who had come there in his scarlet trappings to make the Gaul tremble and wonder. On the whole the military spectacle was not such as need excite the fears of Europe. It did not inspire the French with any war-like ardour. The whole meaning of the spectacle was to be seen in Isabelle — the fair Isabelle. There was she — the flower girl — radiant as ever, and her hand full of buds and blossoms for your choice. The only difference was that, instead of racing colours, she sported a bit of tricolour. When you saw Isabelle there you knew that the review was no more than a race, and you hoped that the sightseers were pleased with the sport."
Sheffield Independent - Monday 03 July 1871, page 3.
Rip-off caterting concessions are clearly nothing new. Thena again, what is? Microchip technology. They didn't have that in the 19th century.
It's good to learn that the pubs on the posh boulevards were dearer in the past. Just like they are today. I wonder if Parisians were as miserable a bunch back then, too?