Cévennes Mountains (France); France -- Description and travel
"I find here a race very marked in its characteristics, altogether
in harmony with the soil that supports it; meagre, gloomy, rough,
and angular in its forms and in its instincts. At the tavern every
one has his knife in his belt, and he drives the point into the
lower face of the table, between his legs; after that they talk,
they drink, they contradict one another, they become excited,
and they fight. The houses are of an incredible dirtiness. The
ceiling, made up of a number of strips of wood, serves as a
receptacle for all their food and for all their rags. Alongside
with their faults I cannot but recognise some great qualities.
They are honest and proud. There is nothing servile in the manner
in which they receive you, with an air of frankness and genuine
hospitality. In their innermost soul they partake of the beauties
and the asperities of their climate and their soil. The women have
all an air of cordiality and daring. I hold them to be good at
heart, but violent in character. They do not lack beauty so much
as charm. Their heads capped with a little hat of black felt,
decked out with jet and feathers, give to them, when young, a
certain fascination, and in old age a look of dignified austerity.
But it is all too masculine, and the lack of cleanliness makes
their toilette disagreeable. It is an exhibition of discoloured
rags above legs long and stained with mud, that makes one totally
disregard their jewellery of gold and even the rock crystals about
their necks."
The elder women alone preserve a distinctive costume, and that is
confined to the head-dress. Its main feature consists in a white
frilled cap with a highly coloured broad ribbon forming a bow in front;
the ends are carried back over the ears, and a little peculiarly shaped
black felt hat, fit only for a child, is perched on the front of the
head. It is not becoming, therefore the young women will have none of
it. But in flying the smoke they fall into the smother, for in place of
this they adopt the most tawdry modern hats, a congeries of feathers
and cheap sham flowers.
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