Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1925-09-30

spent an hour or more on the rotunda
of the great dome looking over the
vast city. 1t is a five-mile (25c) taxi
ride from Sacre Couer to the Panthe-
on From the last place I walked
through the streets of real Paris, more
miles to Eiffel tower. 1t was easy to
keep in sight-the top of it is nearly a
thousand feet above terra drma. It's
height makes it look close as / found
out In reality it is a good five miles
from the Pantheon.
You take three elevators to the top
of Eiffel tower. The total charge is
six francs, or soc. The base of the
structure is about 200 feet square.
Then in graceful lines it scars upward,
growing more slender every yard it
climbs. The first stage elevator takes
you up about 200 feet on a slant. Here
you change cars to a second elevator
which climbs perhaps 400 feet more.
At each stage is a platform the first
being quite large and given over to
refractory. Finally you reach the
| top and there see Paris spread before
you. The city appears and is round. 1t
| is remarkable how closely Paris con-
| fines itself to it's age-old corporate
lines. The great public buildings of
Paris are picked out one by one. The
Hotel deVille, Church of La Madeline,
| The Trocadero and it's gardens just
below you, The Palace of Justice, Ca
thedral of Notre Dame, Arch de
| Triomphe, The Louvre, The Pantheon,
| The Exposition along the Seine
| (Senn), The Tomb of Napoleon and
the Invalides, The Carrousel, and so
on with Sacre Couer cleaning, a white
jewel at the top of Montmartre miles
away On the skyline also is Mont
parnassus, the other mountain of
Paris. Neither is mountain but a
huge, sloping, high hill.
The checkerboard of parks and gar
dens is noticeable. Grass plots look
| like green rugs. The flowers in their
midst a vivid woven pattern. The Bots
du Boulogne is plainly seen stretching
away to the northwest. Beyond it lies
open country. Through the city like
| a silver thread winds the Seine. Like
the Thames it is not dirty stream.
| It's waters are clean and it's surface
broad and majestic. You see all this
and more and time slips by rapidly.
Before you realize it you have spent
| three hours on Eiffel tower.
is to see the city light up at night
while standing on the broad plaza in
front of Sacre Couer. The dusk deep
ems. A light appears here and there.
The flares spread rapidly. Soon Paris
is glare of light below you. Not soon
forgotten, this.
Down Beautiful BOulevards
And of course whatever else they
do no one misses the gallery and gar
dens of Luxembourg palace. You drive
down that world-famous street the
Champs Elysees. Past the beautiful
public buildings, the Arch and the
Presidents palace, over the tree-lined
boulevard The trees are turning
brown even now and it strikes you
that fall is coming and that wise birds
fly to shelter. You swing around
through the Place de la Bastille, down
the Rue de Rivoli fronting the gar
dens of the Tuilleries and cross the
Seine. Then through an old but clean
part of Paris with quaint buildings on
either hand to the Luxembourg.
Dreaming Amid Art
The Luxembourg gallery is small
but exquisite. A jewel of fine arts if
ever there was one. You see it all in
an hour and it does not tire you as
the huge composite of the Louvre or
the National gallery in London does
| tire you. The weary traveller sinks in
soft divan in the gallery to better
see marvellous piece of statuary And
soon he is dreaming of bloom and
| blowing gardens. "Endormie! Endor-
mie!", a guard kindly but firmly
brings you back to life and Paris.
Then you walk through the gardens.
Here are the people of Paris. Little
! boys playing games, high vaulting and
so on, and shouting and squealing at
each other in the French nasal. Little
girls with dolls. Mothers sitting
around the fountains with their babes
in carriages. Strollers everywhere. A
profustion of flowers, fine landscap-
| ing and measured trees many of them
trimmed to make a pleasing contour.
Looking down the gardens half mile
or so you see another majestic build
| ing the name of which I do not recall
| but affording a fine view and making
restful skyline.
Old Gentleman Feeds SparrOws
Walking along you see an old gent
leman in Prince Albert coat. He
must be eighty years old and walks
| with a limp but he is very dignified
in appearance. AS he walks along
backward he feeds sparrows, one by
one. Uttering a queer twitter which
the birds understand he calls them
singly from the ground to feed from
his fingers. The birds follow him in
a cloud coming individually as he calls
them. People watch admiringly from
respectful distance. And that's Paris,
city of contrast, of great art, of odd
people, of wierd effects, of sordid vice,
of great humanity and great beauty.
1t is late (1:30) and this must close
Will probably have time on the boat
to get up story to be mailed from
New York. I came over here to relax,
see things and tell what I saw If you
have had as much fun in reading as
have in writing, you have enjoyed
yourselves immensely And if you have
not, you should remind yourself that
the Herald prints the facts even