The young man wearing a felt hat pointed to the street: "There used to be three iron workshops in the San Giovanni District, but now there's not even one left.
"Cheap iron products from France keep flooding into the city, taking away all their business, and the craftsmen are left to make a living by polishing carriages for the nobles."
He paused, recalled the manuscript, and raised his arm: "We must drive out the French people and ban them from selling goods here to protect our meager bread!"
Those stirred up nodded vigorously: "That's right, it's all because of the French!"
"Only those shops selling French goods made money."
"The sofa workshop where my father worked also closed down. Now, the wealthy only buy industrial-clad French sofas..."
