Claret and Olives, from the Garonne to the Rhone Notes, social, picturesque, and legendary, by the way.

As Launcelot Gobbo had an infection to serve Bassanio, so I somehow took ill with an infection to walk, instead of ride, back to Lunel. I suppose that Auguste had innoculated me...

The sun was low in the heavens next morning when I was afoot and down to the beach, the glorious bay now brimming full, and the schooners and _chasse marées_, like the swan on S...

UP THE GARONNE--THE OLD WARS ON ITS BANKS--ITS BOATS AND ITS SCENERY--AGEN--JASMIN, THE LAST OF THE TROUBADOURS--SOUTHERN COOKERY AND GARLIC--THE BLACK PRINCE IN A NEW LIGHT--A...

The conductor's voice roused me from the dreamy state of dose in which I lay, luxuriously stretched back amid cloaks and old English railway-wrappers, in the roomy banquette of...

I left Beziers for the Mediterranean, by Pierre Paul Riquet's canal. The track-boat passes once a-day, taking upwards of thirty-five hours to make the passage from Toulouse to C...

The next day by noon--still raining--I was at Pau; and having bidden adieu to M. Martin, started for Bagnerre de Bigorre by Tarbes, the great centre of Pyrenean locomotion. Here...

Turn to the map of France--to that portion of it which would be traversed by a straight line drawn from Bordeaux to Bayonne--and you will observe that such a line would run thro...

The valley of Ossau, one of the finest and most varied of the clefts running deep into the Pyrenees, opens up behind Pau, and penetrates some thirty miles into the mountains, en...

So much, then, for preliminary information. Let us now proceed to the joyous ingathering of the fruits of the earth--the great yearly festival and jubilee of the property and th...

Passing, for the present, Montpellier, where people with consumptions used to be sent to swallow dust, as likely to be soothing to the lungs, and to breathe the balmy zephyrs of...

That our worthy forefathers in Guienne loved good wine, is a thing not to be doubted--even by a teetotaller. When the Earl of Derby halted his detachments, he always had a pipe...

Again in the banquette of the diligence, which, rolling on the great highway from Toulouse to Marseilles, has taken me up at Carcassone, and will deposit me for the present at B...

RAINY WEATHER IN THE PYRENEES--EAUX CHAUDES OUT OF SEASON, AND IN THE RAIN--PLUCKING THE INDIAN CORN AT THE AUBERGE AT LARUNS--THE LEGEND OF THE WEHRWOLF, AND THE BARON WHO WAS...

Excepting, perhaps, the famous city of Boulogne-sur-Mer, Pau is the most Anglicised town in France. There are a good many of our countrymen congregated under the old steeples of...

The Val d'Ossau--The Vin de Jurancon--Pyrenean Cottages--The Bernais Peasants--The Devil learning Basque--The Wolves of the Pyrenees--The Bears of the Pyrenees--The Dogs of the...

Wet Weather in the Pyrenees--Eaux Chaudes out of Season, and in the Rain--Plucking the Indian Corn at the Auberge at Laruns--The Legend of the Wehrwolf, and the Baron who was ch...

The Landes--The Bordeaux and Teste Railway--M. Tetard and his Imitator--Start for the Landes--The Language of the Landes--A Railway Station in the Landes--The Scenery of the Lan...

The Clear Water of Arcachon--Legend of the Baron of Chatel-morant--The Resin Harvest--The Witches of the Landes--The Surf of the Bay of Biscay--French Priests--Do the Landes Cow...

Dawn on the Garonne--The Landscape of the Garonne--The Freaks of the Old Wars in Guienne--Agen--Jasmin, the Last of the Troubadours--Southern Cookery and Garlic--The Black Princ...