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Herbert Adams Gibbons. Riviera Towns
Riviera Towns
Table of Contents
ILLUSTRATIONS
RIVIERA TOWNS
CHAPTER I
GRASSE
"A grandfather omnibus, which dated from the Second Empire."
CHAPTER II
CAGNES
"The hill of Cagnes we could rave about."
CHAPTER III
SAINT-PAUL-DU-VAR
"The houses in the courts were stables downstairs."
CHAPTER IV
VILLENEUVE-LOUBET
The river was swirling around willows and poplars
CHAPTER V
VENCE
"Down the broad road of red shale past meadows thick with violets."
CHAPTER VI
MENTON
CHAPTER VII
MONTE CARLO
CHAPTER VIII
VILLEFRANCHE
Medieval streets and buildings have almost disappeared
CHAPTER IX
NICE
"The Old Town takes you far from the psychology of cosmopolitanism and the philosophy of hedonism."
CHAPTER X
ANTIBES
CHAPTER XI
CANNES
"La Napoule, above whose tower on the sea rose a hill crowned with the ruins of a chapel. Behind were the Maritime Alps."
CHAPTER XII
MOUGINS
CHAPTER XIII
FRÉJUS
CHAPTER XIV
SAINT-RAPHAEL
CHAPTER XV
THÉOULE
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Herbert Adams Gibbons
Published by Good Press, 2019
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Down is down in Grasse. I think our cocher did not realize what he was getting into, or he would have preferred taking his chances on a long wait. He certainly did not know his way through the old town. He asked at every corner, each time more desperately, as we became engaged in a maze of narrow streets, which were made before the days of victorias. There was no way of turning. We had to go down—precipitously down. With brake jammed tight, and curses that echoed from wall to wall and around corners, the cocher held the reins to his chest. The horses, gently pushed forward, much against their will, by the weight of the carriage, planted all fours firm and slid over the stones that centuries of sabots and hand-carts had worn smooth. The noise brought everyone to windows and doors, and the sight kept them there. Tourist victorias did not coast through Grasse every day. Advice was freely proffered. The angrier our cocher became the more frequently he was told to put on his brake and hold tight to the reins.
After half an hour we came out at the funicular beside the railway station.
