Notes of an Overland Journey Through France and Egypt to Bombay eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 275 pages of information about Notes of an Overland Journey Through France and Egypt to Bombay.

Notes of an Overland Journey Through France and Egypt to Bombay eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 275 pages of information about Notes of an Overland Journey Through France and Egypt to Bombay.

Havre appears to carry on a considerable commerce with India, several shops being wholly devoted to the sale of the productions of the East, while the number of parrots and monkeys to be seen show that the intercourse must be very extensive.  The shops had a very English air about them, and though the houses were taller, and rather more dilapidated in their appearance, than they are usually found at home, they reminded us of familiar scenes. Hamlet was announced for the evening’s performance at the theatre, and but for the novelty of dining at a table d’hote, we might have fancied ourselves still in England.

The Hotel de l’Europe is the best in Havre; there are several others very respectable, and more picturesque, from the ancient style of the building:  all were full, intercourse with Havre being on the increase.  English carriages were arriving every hour; the steamer from Southampton brought an immense number of passengers, and travellers seemed to flock in from every part of the world.  We were amused by seeing a well-dressed and well-mannered Russian lady, at the table d’hote, fill her plate half-full of oil, and just dip the salad into it.

It was the first time that one of my friends and myself had ever visited France, and we endeavoured as much as possible to accommodate ourselves to the manners of a strange country.  We could not, however, entirely give up our English habits, and ordered tea in the evening in our private apartments:  the French are by this time well accustomed to requisitions of this nature, and few places are now unsupplied with a tea-pot.

On Tuesday morning, we were up at four o’clock, in order to embark on board the steamer for Rouen.  It rained heavily, and any hopes, the interposition of the high houses gave, that the wind had abated, were destroyed upon turning the first angle, and after a hasty glance at the threatening sky and surging waters, we went below, intending, if possible, to remain there until the weather should clear.

Passengers now came flocking in; many respectable French families, with their children and neatly dressed bonnes, were of the party; but the young folk speedily becoming very sick, we sought the deck, and in spite of the rain, which still continued to fall, established ourselves as well as we were able.

Upon entering the river, the turbulence of the water subsided a little, and a gleam of sunshine, the first that smiled upon us, shewed a chateau and town nestling in the midst of gardens and orchards, and spreading down to the water’s edge.  The banks on either side were picturesque, presenting the most pleasing pictures of rural enjoyment, and conveying an idea of comfort which we had not previously associated with the smaller classes of country residences in France.  The houses were cleanly on the outside, at least, and neither paint nor white-wash was spared in their decoration; the surrounding parterres were gay with flowers, amid which, as with us, dahlias made a very conspicuous appearance.  They were not, we thought, quite so large and luxuriant as those which we see in our cottage-gardens at home; and this remark we found afterwards would apply to the more carefully tended plants in the pleasure-grounds of palaces.  We are probably more skilful in the adaptation of soil to foreign importations, and therefore succeed in producing a finer flower.

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