Vanished Halls and Cathedrals of FranceEdwards, George Wharton
History
Vanished Halls and Cathedrals of France
Edwards, George Wharton
Cathedrals -- France; Cities and towns -- France; France -- Description and travel
But it seemed to us that the whole congregation was nervously excited
and impatient to be gone. We could not hear the words of the priest's
sermon, but undoubtedly he counseled them to keep sober and to beware of
the attractiveness of sin.
When the Amen was chanted how quickly the peasants left the old church!
How they hastened to the square, where already flags were flying all
about, and where the mountebanks were shouting out the attractions
of their tented shows; where the booths displayed their attractive
collections of brassy jewelry; and the firemen were gathered bravely
in their brazen horsehair-plumed helmets, all ranged about the absurd
diminutive fire pump, two feet in height and mounted on four twelve-inch
scarlet wheels. How innocent, even pathetically ludicrous it seemed, yet
what a charm it all had for us.
Everything was calculated to attract and excite the desires of these
simple people, who know nothing of the luxuries to which free born
Americans are so accustomed.
Here in the open square sharp-eyed Semitic merchants from Paris unpacked
their paniers and heavy cases of cheap clothing, gaudy ribbons and
flimsy varnished furniture, over which the women and girls crowded and
pushed excitedly, fingering their lean purses, containing their hard
earned "francs," and eagerly bargaining for the usually worthless
articles. The "barkers" called out loudly the merits of the shows,
before which, on elevated board platforms, hard faced girls in tights
and motley clad buffoons paraded. Tinsel and glitter never failed to
attract the peasant, and the clashing cymbal and the loudly beaten drum
gives him delight.
Here, before the old Town Hall, built three centuries ago, a modern
moving picture tent was set up, with a large sign over it reading
thus: "Cinema--Américain. Phonograph--Edison. Entree f. 1.50"--but the
peasants did not yet know what this meant and they seemed dubious about
it. The fortune teller, however, was highly successful, and his long
green canvas covered wagon was surrounded by an eager waiting crowd of
women; the men did not seem to care for it.
An itinerant quack dentist, in a magnificently varnished open carriage
hung with flags and diplomas from the "Crowned Heads of Europe," was
extracting "an aching tooth," from the mouth of a frightened boy, who
leaped away from the carriage, as the quack held up the offending tooth
in a glittering forceps before the astonished eyes of the peasants.
Spitting out blood, the boy, holding his jaw in his hands, and
surrounded by other admiring "gamins," went away behind the back of a
cart; following him I was just in time to see him display a bright
new one franc piece to the others who were grouped about him. They all
jumped away at my approach.
"Did your teeth ache badly?" I asked him.
"No, M'sieur, not at all, but he offered me one good silver franc for
it, and _Mère de Dieu_, what would you?--a franc is a franc--and I have
plenty of teeth left!"
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