Evening star., 1895-08-17

nomy in the full dog days.
The higher-class 'Parisans who do not
patronze its cafes overmuch in these last
days. the brilliant foreigners from every
European country, who still brighten it in
spring and autumn, are both absent, the
first upon their villegiature or summer
boarding, the second at the baths and sea
and mountains of their lands. Those who
remain in Paris do so, as they say, because
of the puree. To be in the puree is exactly to
be in the soup: positive, scupe. compare
tive, puree, superlative. panade - thick
bread soup. There Is a fourth degree to
be In the pomade or ointment, but when
one gets so far as that he cannot take his
girl Of evenings to the boulevard and sit
upon the cafe terraces to catch the breeze
and watch the passing show.
These are tho true Partisan dog days.
from the LIST of August to the middle Of
and smells i'll. its streets are torn up, its
trees are brown, its streets of residence
are silent. The odor of the puree offends
the nostrils of the very cafe walters. The
garcon who has served you. night in,
night out, for months sinks his apprecia-
tion Of your worth at once in his contempt
for those who cannot get away.
Whom have we here? Bah. de la pureev'
1t is true there are Parisians, and Of
reborn cult who pride themselves on never
leaving Paris, who stay through the sum-
mer long, clubmen and countesses and all
that Is refined and rich; but you must look
for them out In the Bois, at the Cafe de
Madrid or the sylvan Armenonville, where
strains of music float upon the forest air
where drinks come high and suppers high
er, where 1t costs seven francs to take
cab and keep 1T all the evening. On the
great boulevard 1t is different assem-
blage. and the walters splash you with
beery clOutS to keep you humble.
Inside the cafes there are but few people
sitting. writing letters. reading papers
playing cards or dominoes or solitary
couples talking love I'm corners But out
side. along the sidewalk at the chairs and
tables. which usurp half of its width, and
in the closest contact with the promenad-
ers OF the street the people sit. men. wo-
upon their cheeks Before each is some
drink, to hold the table, coffee, liqueur,
sirup, beer. sweet wine, milk, cider. The
tourist element abounds, and you will hear
the English tongue from every side; be-
carse this is the very season when the
flood OF trippers, English and American,
invades the gay French capital
Dull for the Tourists.
They find 1t just triie dull the gay
French capital. There is a concert theater
on the first floor of the Eiffel tower. Along
the Champs Eiysees there is species of
summer-night-gayety, not too taking in the
celebrated cafes concerts of the Alcazar,
the Horloge and the Ambassadors. The
in boat, it's giddy dancing under Chinese
lanterns festooned in the branches The
Moulin Rouge Is open, and the tourist will
do well to be content with what he finds
there. The sewers and the catacombs may
be visited, the museums are not closed, and
the great shops are displaying last springs
goods. At the hotel tables the fish is bad,
at the opera the dancers are back numbers
and the singers debutantes. The big, bril-
liant boulevard, listless and petulant as 1t
Is. remains the center of the life of Paris
dog day nights. Summer excursion adver-
tfsements on temporary board walls mock
one with their Fifteen days in Switzer-
land, Tour Of the Norman coast and
Brittany" and THE Casino of Dieppe" but
one forgets them for the moment drinking
beer along a street which is a show.
No one drinks absinthe or Amer picon at
night thanks to the coursels of an aii-wise
Providence, which has ordained that they
will sicken any but fiend when taken af
ter meals. They must be taken an emp
ty stomach as the doctor prescribed exer-
else for Sidney Smith. But whose?" said
Smith. If it be absinthe Amer plcon, let
1t not be yours or mine. This latter drink,
which is more dangerous than absinthe to
the popua. zion, inasmuch as it appears to
be less violent while 1t is more stealthy,
more insdious, has effects which are de-
lightful but demoralizing 1t comes in bot
ties, blackish liquid, to be poured, with
Ice, into goblet, say, a quarter of a COB
let full. and then filled up with water.
Many people flavor 1t with coracao or lemon
syrup. but you do not see 1t on the boufe-
ward at night. They all drink beer who are
not taking coffee, soft drinks or light wines.
Beer at the Cafe Richie or Taverne Pous-
set.
"Garcon, two bocks!''
They Drink Beer.
The Cafe Richie beer Is the Hof-brau of
Munich. while Pousset sells the darker and
more bitter and slightly thicker Spaten.
The places are ten steps apart, in the most
brilliant quarter, so it matters nothing
which you patronize, so that you find side
walk seat; while at some of the brightest
and best brasseries block below the drink
is French or Belgian beer or beer of Stras-
burg, over-mld, sweet, tasteess sad to
take and difficult to be digested
Having got your glass of beer no waiter
will disturb you at your sidewalk table all
the evening. Past you come filing, like a