Barricades

At one place civilians have ripped up paving blocks with which to defend themselves. At the corner of the Rue Washington a first-aid station has been set up. I watch three ambulances arrive, fill up with wounded, and drive off to hospitals. The street here is covered with litters, bearing war veterans, students, communists, socialists, royalists, Gaullists, sightseers, foreign diplomats and journalists, with bleeding heads, broken arms and bruised bodies.

The police now charge time and again in small sorties against crowds. A group gathers to hoot and jeer at the "high command" of officers knotted together, the police charge them. Another band groups together and sings the Marsellaise the police charge.