| Paris Herself Again In 1878-79 V1 (1880) Contributor(s): Sala, George Augustus (Author) |
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ISBN: 1163950580 ISBN-13: 9781163950586 Publisher: Kessinger Publishing OUR PRICE: $34.15 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: September 2010 |
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| BISAC Categories: - Literary Collections - Biography & Autobiography | Historical - History | Europe - France |
| Physical Information: 0.8" H x 6" W x 9" (1.14 lbs) 388 pages |
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| Publisher Description: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 edition. Excerpt: ... are indifferent to the odours of the place. Unless I am grievously mistaken, the Kitai-gorod at Moscow is not a very sweet-smelling locality; certain quarters of Constantinople are redolent of a decidedly villanous perfume; the Calle de los Sierpes at Seville has a rather ' loud ' aroma; and the back streets of Venice would be all the better for a little diluted carbolic acid-But such trifles are scarcely worth noticing. M. Louis Veuillot found nothing but ambrosial gales in the reeking lanes of Papal Rome; and how should we stand as archaeologists, antiquaries, art-critics, and 'curio '-collectors, if we were all so many Mr. Edwin Chadwicks, C.B.? The curiosities of the Rue Drouot are, first the Hotel Drouot itself; next the ' Installation, ' or offices of the Figaro newspaper; and finally the brie-d-brac shops. Let us take the Figaro. Respecting the politics of this remarkable daily journal--certainly the most conspicuous specimen of the daily press published on the Continent, but, on the whole, about as unlike an English newspaper as a Parisian restaurant is unlike the Freemason's Tavern--I am not called upon to say anything. The Figaro may be, for aught I know, Legitimist, Clerical, Bonapartist, Orleanist, Conservative, or Ultra-Radical, Republican and Socialist; its politics may be, as Mr. Bob Sawyer confessed on that memorable wet evening at Birmingham, 'a kind of plaid;' or, as the Americans say, 'a little mixed;' or, finally, the Figaro may have no politics at all. It did not occur to me to ask the courteous Secretaire de la Redaction, who received me under the peristyle of the Hfltel du Figaro, what his convictions as to public affairs might be; nor did he make any inquiries as to my personal opinions on the Eastern Question. We... |