National Geographic : 1935 Jan
THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE Photograph by Maynard Owen Williams HISTORY'S MANTLE ENVELOPS A CLOSE-BUILT VILLAGE Obscure Sospel, resort of curiosity seekers and golfers, was once Rome's spearhead thrust into the rocky flank of Gaul. In medieval times it was a walled cathedral city. Its old bridge crosses the Bevera, whose mountain waters roar with torrential strength during flood, but become a mere trickle in the dry season. stop there. Only the donkey and the human family with whom he lives may pass up the narrow cobbled way. Again one feels like a wanderer in a crypt among those passages so often tunneled under houses. More happy is the plaza where all the populace comes to the fountain. We dined at an inn which faced the square and looked like any smallish inn of a city street. But the charm of it thrilled us when we were shown our table. It was at the back of the house, on a vine-covered terrace looking down on a long, entrancing valley 300 feet below. We could see a girl in a bright frock down there gathering ripe figs and grapes for our feast. The sun was leaving the deeps of the valley to the enchantment of advancing twilight. One evening at dusk five bicycles stole softly along the shore road below the house, exciting immediate interest as I looked on them from my little garden terrace. If you have a home, even if you are an alien, every thing that happens near it has a delightfully personal value. These five bicycles were manned by stalwart youths and packed large with luggage. The young men peered over the sea wall as they came along at a crawling pace.