BY no means least among the places of interest in Paris is the
manufactory of the Gobelin tapestry which serves to adorn the walls of
the palace _salons_. O, these long, tiresome _salons_, which must be
visited, though your head is ready to burst with seeing, your feet to
drop off with sliding and slipping over the polished floors. The wicked
_stand_ upon slippery places, and nothing so convinced us of the
demoralizing effect of foreign travel as our growing ability to do the
same. When you have seen one or two, you have seen all. There may be
degrees in gorgeous splendor, but we were filled with all the
appropriate and now-forgotten emotions at sight of the first, and one
cannot be more than full. Many of the old palace apartments are dull and
dingy beyond belief, by no means the marble halls of our dreams; but of
the others let me say something once for all. Under your feet is the
treacherous, bare floor of dark wood, laid in diamonds, squares, &c.;
over your head, exquisite frescoes of gods and goddesses, and all manner
of unearthly and impossible beings enveloped in clouds by the
bale,--usually an apotheosis of some king or queen, or both, and, as a
rule, of the most wicked known at that time. The Medici were especially
glorified and raised above the flesh,--and they had need to be. On every
side pictures in Gobelin tapestry, framed into the walls, often so large
as to cover the entire space from corner to corner, from cornice to
within a few feet of the floor, and in this latter space doors, formed
of a panel sometimes, for the entrance and egress of servants. Imagine,
with all this, the gilt, and stucco, and wood-carving; the flowers, and
arabesques, and entwined initials; the massive chandeliers, with
glittering pendants; the mantels of rare marbles, of porphyry, and
malachite; the cabinets, and tables, and escritoires of marqueterie and
mosaic; the gilded chairs, stiff and stark, richly covered; the bronzes,
vases, and curious clocks: and over all the air of having never been
used from all time, and of continuing to be a bare show to all
eternity,--and you have a faint conception of the _salons_ of half the
palaces.
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