As the price of wheat became unbearable for the pleasantry, starvation saw the streets of Paris packed with beggars. Thin bodies knocked on doors, pleading with nobility for a morsel of bread.
With the sun setting and only a sliver of the moon illuminating the dying city, most were shooed away. Some vagrants were given crumbs, but the unlucky were invited in. In the morning, the nobility would toss their garbage on the streets, found in the trash were bones picked clean.