ISBN: 9780217809191

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… Plus…

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1922 Excerpt: ... XV NIGHT-BIRDS From yellow sand to ripening corn. Beyond Royan the sands disappear in a ripple of wheat over the rich landscape. Before we had time to appreciate the change, the Dungeon Tower and steep ramparts of Pons were abreast of us. How is it that no one has celebrated Pons? It is as quiet and undisturbed as if there were no feverish world of tourists all round. A few visitors from Royan drop in casually during the season, look at the river until the next train is ready to take them back, and leave without knowing the surprises the town has to offer. For surprises are sprung on you at every turn--but the biggest of all is that a town so rich in picturesqueness of every kind can remain unhonoured and unsung. It is a revelation in the way of the world. At Pons you may talk intimately with every century from the twelfth to the present--most intimately of all, perhaps, with the eighteenth in the formal gardens of box hedges and quaintly cut yews which face the Hotel de Ville. This is the former chateau built on arches over the rock, and you may easily block out the jarring official posters with greenery. Tall lines of poplars hide the railway station below the walls at your side: there is no sound or sunlight beneath the heavy curtain of trees above you: there is everything to r seduce you into a long day-dream. You may walk a few yards to the ramparts and look over the smiling golden valley and the neat market gardens helow; you may turn away from the chiteau towards the Place de la Republique and see a shallow pond with two white swans; you may look again between the giant yew trees down the path and past four moss-covered stone seats, to the fountain out of which bubbles a thin jet of water which runs from its basin past a Romanesque chapel to the wall... William Branch Johnson, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, Among French Folk; A Book For Vagabonds Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction This is an OCR edition without illustrations or index. It may have numerous typos or missing text. However, purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original rare book from GeneralBooksClub.com. You can also preview excerpts from the book there. Purchasers are also entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Original Published by: Small, Maynard & company in 1922 in 266 pages; Subjects: France; History / Europe / France; Literary Collections / General; Travel / Europe / France;<

ISBN: 9780217809191

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… Plus…

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1922 Excerpt: ... XV NIGHT-BIRDS From yellow sand to ripening corn. Beyond Royan the sands disappear in a ripple of wheat over the rich landscape. Before we had time to appreciate the change, the Dungeon Tower and steep ramparts of Pons were abreast of us. How is it that no one has celebrated Pons? It is as quiet and undisturbed as if there were no feverish world of tourists all round. A few visitors from Royan drop in casually during the season, look at the river until the next train is ready to take them back, and leave without knowing the surprises the town has to offer. For surprises are sprung on you at every turn--but the biggest of all is that a town so rich in picturesqueness of every kind can remain unhonoured and unsung. It is a revelation in the way of the world. At Pons you may talk intimately with every century from the twelfth to the present--most intimately of all, perhaps, with the eighteenth in the formal gardens of box hedges and quaintly cut yews which face the Hotel de Ville. This is the former chateau built on arches over the rock, and you may easily block out the jarring official posters with greenery. Tall lines of poplars hide the railway station below the walls at your side: there is no sound or sunlight beneath the heavy curtain of trees above you: there is everything to r seduce you into a long day-dream. You may walk a few yards to the ramparts and look over the smiling golden valley and the neat market gardens helow; you may turn away from the chiteau towards the Place de la Republique and see a shallow pond with two white swans; you may look again between the giant yew trees down the path and past four moss-covered stone seats, to the fountain out of which bubbles a thin jet of water which runs from its basin past a Romanesque chapel to the wall... William Branch Johnson, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, Among French Folk; A Book For Vagabonds Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction, General Books LLC<