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National Geographic : 1925 Aug
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FROM GLAND TO INDIA BY AUTOMOBILE Drawn by A. II. Bumsteal A MAP SLOWING TIIt AUTHOR'S AUTOMOBILE ROUTE FROM ENGLAND TO INDIA on purring." Thenceforth we adopted as our slogan, "Felix keeps on purring." The French are a delightful people, and it is a pity that both the British and Americans do not make a greater effort to understand them. Naturally, as a Latin race, their temperament is entirely differ ent from ours.* Nevertheless, the effort to understand and fraternize comes more from the Irenchman than from ourselves. STOPPING IN AN INN ONCE OCCUPIED BY NAP.\OLEON Our first stop after leaving the gay city was at Briare, a delightful little vil lage 70 miles to the south. Our hotel, a I4th-century structure, was most pictur esque and the room in which I slept was occupied by the Emperor Napoleon in 1813 when he made the inn his military headquarters. Although a great deal is written about the comforts of the old English inns, one must travel far to equal the joys of the French country estaminet. Can any other woman in the world hold a candle to the Frenchwoman for culinary inventiveness? During our run to the south we enjoyed * See also "Our Friends the French: An Ap praisal of the Traits and Temperament of Citi zens of Our Sister Republic," by Carl Holliday, in the NTIoXN (GEOGRA'lIrc MAGAZINE for November, 1918. many a delightful four-course luncheon which had been prepared from no more material than would be served up daily in British hotels in the prosaic form of "joint, two vegetables, and cheese." We lunched the second day out of Paris under the shadow of the I3th-century Castle of Flassons, whose war-battered walls are in a wonderful state of preser vation. After three days of travel through the beautiful valleys of the Loire and Rhone, and a short stay at the great industrial city of Lyon, we espied a tiny blotch of deep blue on the horizon, and soon after ward we arrived at St. Raphael, a pretty little seaport on the Mediterranean. Along the coast we ran through Cannes, Nice, and Antibes, to M\onte Carlo. The perpetual sunshine was in marked contrast to our own dull, foggy winter. The French always say that the British are a gloomy race who take their pleasures sadly, a fact that may be attributed to the lack of sunshine in our island home. FROM TRIM FRANCE TO CARELESS, BUT COLORFUL ITALY Beyond Mentone, most delightful of all Riviera resorts, we crossed the Franco Italian frontier-from the neat trimness of France to the careless picturesqueness of Italy. 193
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