It was a beautiful afternoon. Enjolras sat on a bench outside the cafe, he needed the fresh air, especially with the impending revolution, which he started. He looked across the street and noticed some beggars trying to get a sous for food. ‘Its a shame’ he thought ‘that some people can afford to have three meals a day without thought, while others are lucky if they have a crust of bread’ This is why he needed to revolt. For France deserved better than this corrupt leadership.