Four Years in France: or, Narrative of an English Family's Residence there during that Period; Preceded by some Account of the Conversion of the Author to the Catholic FaithBeste, Henry Digby
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Four Years in France: or, Narrative of an English Family's Residence there during that Period; Preceded by some Account of the Conversion of the Author to the Catholic Faith
Beste, Henry Digby
France -- Description and travel
The next morning my convalescent, now rapidly recovering health and
strength, mounted the heights above Toulon, and, placing himself under
the shelter of a ruined building, sketched the scene before him. The
elevation gave us almost a bird's-eye view of Toulon and its ports:
islands or promontories that, on account of the winding of the shore,
looked like islands, were seen at a distance. Nothing ever called up to
my imagination and memory such a crowd of ideas and recollections, as
did the view of this great inland sea which washes the shores of Greece,
into which the waters of the Nile discharge themselves, and which
reposes at the foot of Lebanon and Carmel. We were at this time
Fill'd with ideas of fair Italy,
and it lay but a little on our left-hand. In a few months we shall be
there.
I had purposed to visit Hyeres, about six miles distant, but was
deterred by what was told me of the badness of the road: it is a winter
colony planted by the English, a sort of succursal to Nice. It has not
the advantage of being near the sea, but is at three miles from it. I
have met with those who have wintered there with much satisfaction. Many
lodging-houses had lately been _run up_ for visitants.
In the afternoon of the third day we left Toulon. The next day brought
us to the point where the cross-road from Toulon joins that which leads
directly from Aix to Nice. The inns were better, but the roads were
still bad. "It is not for want of money," said they; "government
supplies that in plenty; mais l'ingénieur donne à manger à l'inspecteur,
et tout est fini."[89] At Frejus I wished to take a hasty dinner, as we
had to pass the forêt d'Estrelles: they kept me waiting for it two hours
and a half; in this time I might have examined the aqueducts and other
antiquities, which I saw only in passing. The aqueducts seemed more
ruined than those of Rome, but in other respects as like as one arch is
to another arch of the same span. The forêt d'Estrelles exhibits all the
grandeur of the Alps united with all the beauty of cultivation, every
variety of prospect, hill and dale, and wood, and rock, and the distant
sea.
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