New-York tribune., 1922-04-30

revelation that it gave Of the household sr
rangoments Of the place was uncomproni.
ngIy frank. Certainly the place was gam
bic. Yet lucky gamble
EOR the rear courtyard Of the Lion dor ess
revelation-with its carpetings of grass.
ITS lofty trees and its neat boundaries Of care
fully whitewashed walls. Everything inmsc-
ulate.
There we lunched-again the Inevitable
hors d'ouVre. roast beef, beans. spinach,
delectable salad. cheese coffee and bottle a,
vine And all for So cents apiece. Eyervtbing
delicious. The entire meal served in the open
what a pity that we do not do that more
often in America. Two robins sang and chat
tered and quarreled in the trees right Over.
mead. The sky was marveously blue Funny.
friendly French folk also came and lunched in
the little garden, After which we went or
agan INTO the unshaded street and az We
walked toward the railway station listened 10
the town crier rattling his drum and incantine
ms monotonous paid announcements to the
gentlefoIl1 of Chantilly- hich. incidentally.
IS place Of surprising charm In Other
chateauX OF France one frequently is COM
PEELED to visualize group Of crumbng ruins
INTO a great country house such as one would
lind to-day in Long Island or in Newport.
No 50 at ChantiIly. The great house there
has never suffered the humility Of deca-
dence It stands to-day in all the perfection
that it has stood for centures--a French
residence Of the very highest type. And to the
tourist who sees It first across The moat, its
high sprung roofs, lis many towers and tur-
rents are reflected i'm the waters While if
one gazes down into those waters he NAV see
the great carp 90 darting to and fro. For two
sous Cne can buy stale bread near by and liter
ally feed the fishes
| Asst week went out alone to Joinville- -le-
Pont, in quite different direction from
Paris than Chantilly. You have never heard
of JoinVille-le-Pont? Neither had l. But for
many months past the dingy little railway sta
ton IN the Place de Ia Bastile has fascinated
me as port Of unknown voyages Yet neither
any Of my friends nor / had ever arrived at or
departed from it. So | tested it, I went UP
the stairs into its smoky trainshed and boarded
another Of those coopy two-storied suburban
trains that no one ever sees anywhere else in
the world save i'm Paris
To where would go? I did not know. I
asked Madame in the ticket Office for advice
She seemed helpless. Where does this train
die?' l finally asked her. quickly falling into
American railroad ;rgot. Asked 1t in French,
of course. But really should not have done
tin French in any other language. 1t
really isn't done over here Madame caught
the pont-at once-but freczingly replied that
Joinvie-e-Pont was the terminus of The
trains run. To Joinvle-le-Pont l went
1t is fascinating place; the Marine run
ming swiftly by the edge Of the village, poplar
trees in long rows rising stiffly and eXquisitely
from its banks, long stone arched bridge
tiny island at the middle of the bridge with
two small restaurants upon it, the tables
placed right along the waters edge. so that
milady can sit at dejeuner and curl the waters
of the river with the toe of her slipper as she
sips her absinthe There We're other elements
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