Never the body of a king of France has not been as much shredded, scattered, scattered as that of Saint Louis. The heart is in Saint-Denis, his flesh, in Sicily, while the bones of the skeleton are divided between dozens of cathedrals, monasteries and museums in Europe and even in North America. Here, a humerus, a tooth, and still there, up a hill. If, today, Louis IX wanted to resurrect with a body presentable, he would have to do a marathon of several thousands of kilometers in order to reconstruct its full skeleton.

On may 22, 1271, the remains of Louis IX, mb...

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