Assassins Creed Unity Review Not Quite the Revolution We Were Promised
I'm perched on a Notre Dame gargoyle, Batman-like, some 70 meters above a rabble-thronged square. From here I can see the gabled roof of the Palais de Justice and Sainte-Chapelle, the royal church's spire the next highest object punctuating Paris's Seine-circled le de la Cit. Across the river I spy the Louvre, and along the right bank, the Grand Chtelet. Swiveling 45 degrees, a medieval temple overlooks the 3rd arrondissement. Turning another 45, there's the Bastille, its broken crenellations like the jags of a giant shattered tooth. The cathedral's shadow darkens the square below me, where hundreds of tiny figures jostle one another, dangling flaming effigies on poles, chanting, squabbling and occasionally scuffling with the guards, the city alight with hope and terror.