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The Car That Went Abroad

Chapter 3 ACROSS THE CRAU

Word Count: 2188    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

g the rue de la République, or one of its connections, when we met, coming down on the wrong side of the tram line, one of the heaviest vehicles in France, loaded with i

to its own side of the road, which seemed to solve t

ped-slipped toward us-ponderously, slowly, as inevitable as doomsday. I was willing to back then, but when I shifted the lever I forgot something else and our engine stopped. There was n

the end of the hub was touching our mud guard. What we might have done then-what might have happened remains guesswork. What did happen was that the huge steel tire reached a joint in the tram rail and unhurriedly lifted itself over, just as if that was what it had been intending to do all the time. I had strength

already visited by tram. Never mind; Aix was on the way to Arles, too, and when all the roads are good roads a few miles of motor tra

sorrow he will telephone to the police station, just ahead. There you will be stopped with a bayonet, or a club, or something, and brought back to the l'octroi, where you will pay an amend of six francs; also costs; also for the revenue stamp attached to your bill of particulars; also for any little thing which you may happen to have upon which duty may be levied; also for other things; and you will stand

out vegetables. Whatever it was, we all smiled again, while he merely glanced in the car fore and aft, gave another fine salute and said, "Allay" whereupon we understood, and a

which is Proven?al, I suppose, the remains of the old name "Arlate." One young man did not seem even to recognize the name Arles, though

u need them and so unpeaceful when you prefer something else. The one great modern innovation which bore us silently along those level roads fell into

dth, and smooth and hard, and planted on both sides with exactly spaced and carefully kept trees. Leaving Aix, we entered one of these highways running straight into the open country. Naturally we did not expect it to continue far, not in that perfectly ordered fashion, but when with mile

n occasional stone farmhouse that looked ancient and mossy and picturesque, and made us wish we could know something of the

were interesting places enough, for they were old and queer, but they did not invite us to linger. They were neither older

Bread, it seemed, was not sold by the loaf there, but by exact weight. The man said some words and the woman who waited on him laid two loaves, each about a yard long, on the scales. Evidently they exceeded his order, for she cut off a foot or so from one loaf. Still the weight was too much, and she cut off a slice. He took what was left, laid down his money, and walked out. I had a feeling that the end and slice would lie around and get shopworn if I did not take them. I poin

of flat smooth stones like cobble, a floor left by the departing tides. "La Crau" it is called, and here there were no homes. No harvest could grow in that land-nothing but a little tough grass, and the artificially set trees o

the figures on the dial seemed fixed there. There was nothing to see but the unbroken barren, the perfectly regular rows of sycamore or cypress, and the evening sky; yet I have sel

nd darker ways. We had entered one of these when a man stepped out of the shadow and took charge of us. I concluded that we were arrested then, and probably would not need a hotel. But he also said "hotel," and, stepping on the running-board, pointed, while I steered, under his direction. I have no idea as to the way we went,

light. We crossed the square and entered a cobbled street-no, a passage-between ancient walls, lost in the blackness above, and so close together below that I hesitated. It was a place for armored men on horseback, not for automobiles. We crept slowly through and then we came to an uphill corner that I was sure no ca

fragments found during the excavations. Somewhere underneath us were said to be catacombs. Attractive things, all of them, but the dinner we had-hot, fine and Fr

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1 Chapter 1 DON'T HURRY THROUGH MARSEILLES2 Chapter 2 MOTORING BY TRAM3 Chapter 3 ACROSS THE CRAU4 Chapter 4 MISTRAL5 Chapter 5 THE ROME OF FRANCE6 Chapter 6 THE WAY THROUGH EDEN7 Chapter 7 TO TARASCON AND BEAUCAIRE8 Chapter 8 GLIMPSES OF THE PAST9 Chapter 9 IN THE CITADEL OF FAITH10 Chapter 10 AN OLD TRADITION AND A NEW EXPERIENCE11 Chapter 11 WAYSIDE ADVENTURES12 Chapter 12 THE LOST NAPOLEON13 Chapter 13 THE HOUSE OF HEADS14 Chapter 14 INTO THE HILLS15 Chapter 15 UP THE ISèRE16 Chapter 16 INTO THE HAUTE-SAVOIE17 Chapter 17 SOME SWISS IMPRESSIONS18 Chapter 18 THE LITTLE TOWN OF VEVEY19 Chapter 19 MASHING A MUD GUARD20 Chapter 20 JUST FRENCH-THAT'S ALL21 Chapter 21 THE NEW PLAN22 Chapter 22 THE NEW START23 Chapter 23 INTO THE JURAS24 Chapter 24 A POEM IN ARCHITECTURE25 Chapter 25 VIENNE IN THE RAIN26 Chapter 26 THE CHTEAU I DID NOT RENT27 Chapter 27 AN HOUR AT ORANGE28 Chapter 28 THE ROAD TO PONT DU GARD29 Chapter 29 THE LUXURY OF N MES30 Chapter 30 THROUGH THE CéVENNES31 Chapter 31 INTO THE AUVERGNE32 Chapter 32 LE PUY33 Chapter 33 THE CENTER OF FRANCE34 Chapter 34 BETWEEN BILLY AND BESSEY35 Chapter 35 THE HAUTE-LOIRE36 Chapter 36 NEARING PARIS37 Chapter 37 SUMMING UP THE COST38 Chapter 38 THE ROAD TO CHERBOURG39 Chapter 39 BAYEUX, CAEN, AND ROUEN40 Chapter 40 WE COME TO GRIEF41 Chapter 41 THE DAMAGE REPAIRED-BEAUVAIS AND COMPIèGNE42 Chapter 42 FROM PARIS TO CHARTRES AND CHTEAUDUN43 Chapter 43 WE REACH TOURS44 Chapter 44 CHINON, WHERE JOAN MET THE KING, AND AZAY45 Chapter 45 TOURS46 Chapter 46 CHENONCEAUX AND AMBOISE47 Chapter 47 CHAMBORD AND CLéRY48 Chapter 48 ORLéANS49 Chapter 49 FONTAINEBLEAU50 Chapter 50 RHEIMS51 Chapter 51 ALONG THE MARNE52 Chapter 52 DOMREMY53 Chapter 53 STRASSBURG AND THE BLACK FOREST54 Chapter 54 A LAND WHERE STORKS LIVE55 Chapter 55 BACK TO VEVEY56 Chapter 56 THE GREAT UPHEAVAL57 Chapter 57 THE LONG TRAIL ENDS