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
We were now in the dominions of the King of Sardinia. The first man I
met was an intendant or surveyor of the carpenters, whom I saw in great
numbers at work on the bridge. He accosted me: "Monsieur, il faut
descendre de voiture, décharger la voiture, faire porter les malles et
mener les chevaux, et traverser à pied le pont; il est en l'air,
suspendu par des cordes."[93] The invitation, though very civilly given,
and with due regard to our safety as well as that of the bridge, was
somewhat alarming. The fact was that the storm of the twenty-seventh of
December had come in time to make us regret that the bridge of stone,
undertaken by the French had been left incomplete. This storm had broken
the wooden bridge, the parts of which were now tied together by cords
while undergoing reparation; so that it was necessary to divide and
lighten as much as possible the weight of our carriage. This was done;
and, with this measure of precaution, each portion of our load got well
over: yet I cannot help, in defiance of the proverb, speaking ill of the
bridge. The Var is not a military barrier: why do not the two
governments revive the abandoned enterprise of a stone bridge with a
tête de pont and toll at each end?
The approach to Nice on this side is through a quarter consisting almost
entirely of villas or country-houses let to visitants. The quarter is
called "de la Croix de Marbre," from a large marble crucifix placed at
the side of the road about a mile from Nice: it is situated lower, and
is, in consequence, warmer than the town; but the ground floors of the
houses are sometimes flooded by rains. Here we began to see all the
pride, pomp, and circumstance of an English watering-place;--carriages
open and close; ladies riding on donkies; parties on foot and on
horseback; footmen lounging at the doors of the houses; and grooms
dressing horses at the doors of the stables. We saw also orange trees
laden with fruit. We arrived at a bridge over another white and stony
bed of a torrent, in which we could hardly perceive any water; there was
a stream however over which people on foot were crossing by
stepping-stones. We were set down at the Hôtel des Etrangers,--an
excellent inn.
The next day I went to the police to take my carte de sureté, or séjour,
and was informed that there were at this time at Nice seventy foreign
families, of which forty families were English. I left my card at the
commandant's: he returned his card with a note, containing an invitation
to a weekly ball at the Hôtel du Gouvernement. A certain sum is allowed
by the king for frais de réception. The acts of the government are in
the Italian language; but French is universally spoken, not only in
society, but in the shops and in the streets. In truth, I did not hear a
word of Italian spoken while I was at Nice, except by my children's
Italian master. The people have a patois, not quite such pure Italian as
I heard at Cannes.
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