nine miles in length. Each of these lines, although
in reality forming an uninterrupted road from its
commencement to its termination, is divided into a
succession of parts, each having its particular name.
The northern Boulevards are twelve in number, the
southern seven. We have nothing in England like
the Parisian Boulevards. They may be generally
described as a road or street, of great breadth, along
each side of which are planted double rows of elms.
But these shady avenues do not present merely a picture
of rural beauty. Rising as they do in the heart
of a great city, they partake also of its artificial
elegance and splendour, and are associated with all
the luxuries of architectural decoration. Considered
merely as a range of streets, the Boulevards are hardly
rivalled by any other part of Paris. Those to
the north of the river are lined on both sides throughout
their whole extent, by buildings more uniformly handsome
than are those of almost any other street in the city,
and by many which may be even described as magnificent.
Some of these are private residences; others are shops,
cafes, public hotels, and theatres. The crowds
by whom so many parts of these Boulevards are frequented
chiefly give to the scene its singular liveliness
and brilliancy. The southern Boulevards, though
equally beautiful, are far from being so much the
habitual resort of the citizens; but the walks on
this very account, have a charm for some moods of
mind which the others want. Another road, planted
in a similar manner, has more recently been carried
round the outside of the present walls of the city.
It is distinguished from the inner Boulevards by the
name of the
Boulevards Exterieurs.
Streets.
To a person accustomed to the appearance of the streets
of London, or indeed of any other English town, those
of the interior of Paris will present considerable
novelty of aspect. The extreme narrowness, in
the first place, of those in the more ancient parts
of the city, and the great height of the houses, with
their windows in many cases fortified by bars of iron,
would alone give them an air of gloom and precaution,
almost sufficient to impress the Englishman who walks
through them with the feeling that he has been transported,
not only into another country, but into another age.
Even where these indications of the more ancient evils
of Paris are not visible, the general aspect of the
town shows that it has not grown with the growth of
a free people, amongst whom the inequalities of rank
have been softened down by respect to the comforts
of all classes. Under the ancient regime, which
was in full activity half a century ago, there were
only two classes in Paris, the noblesse, and
the bourgeoisie; and the latter, being driven
into the gutters by the carriage-wheels of their arrogant
masters, went by the general name of the canaille.
Few of the streets even now have any side pavement
for foot passengers—that invaluable accommodation