French Crown Jewels

The French Crown Jewels were the crowns, orb, sceptres, diadems and jewels that were the symbol of royalty and which were worn by many Kings and Queens of France. The set was finally broken up, with most of it sold off in 1885 by the Third French Republic. The surviving French Crown Jewels, principally a set of historic crowns, diadems and parures, are mainly on display in the Galerie d'Apollon of the Louvre, France's premier museum and former royal palace, together with the Regent Diamond, the Sancy Diamond and the 105-carat (21 g) Côte-de-Bretagne red spinel, carved into the form of a dragon. In addition, some gemstones and jewels (including the Emerald of Saint Louis, the 'Ruspoli' sapphire and the diamond pins of Queen Marie Antoinette) are on display in the Treasury vault of the Mineralogy gallery in the Muséum national d'histoire naturelle.

Read more about French Crown Jewels:  Use of The French Crown Jewels, Gemstones in The Natural History Museum and École Des Mines, Regalia in The National Library of France, Charles X Regalia in Saint Denis, Liturgical Instruments and Robes in Reims, Theft of The Crown Jewels During The Revolution, Last Coronation, Break-up and Sale of The French Crown Jewels, Most Recent Royal Ceremony in France: The Funeral of Louis XVII in 2004

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