In the centre of Marie Stuart Square, not far from the Senate stands a modern statue of King Francis III. A forgotten king amongst the French in Scotland he retains some dignity even within a deeply republican national mindset. The base of the statue contains many sayings attributed to him in both French and 'Scoscais' the often mocked national dialect of English but one that is rich in heritage and is famous in song.
You would, if you covered your ears believe you were not in a rainy Scottish city at all, but somewhere deep in the centre of Paris. They did after all have the same planners and they were given a clean slate to work from after the infamous destruction of 'Edimbourg' after the Napoleonic Wars. The statue therefore looks a little out of place. The same could be said of Francis in life. His mother was Marie Stuart (or Mary Stewart) and elegant yet unremarkable queen who died obese and housebound at the grand age of 68. His father, King Francis II died at a less remarkable age of 18 his only, somewhat incredible act of note being his issue. Shortly after the birth, the young dauphin's father died and so the real story of this king, his kingdoms of France and Scotland and their future together really began.
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