This is all I saw, and all there
was to see, of Orange, which had a very rustic, bucolic aspect, and where
I was not even called upon to demand breakfast at the hotel. The entrance
of this resort might have been that of a stable of the Roman days.
Vaucluse
By Bayard Taylor
[Footnote: From "Views Afoot." Published by G.P. Putnam's
Sons.]
This district borders on the desert of the Crau, a vast plain of stones
reaching to the mouth of the Rhone and almost entirely uninhabited. We
caught occasional glimpses of its sealike waste between the summits of the
hills. At length, after threading a high ascent, we saw the valley of the
Durance suddenly below us. The sun, breaking through the clouds, shone on
the mountain-wall which stood on the opposite side, touching with his glow
the bare and rocky precipices that frowned far above the stream.
Descending to the valley, we followed its course toward the Rhone with the
ruins of feudal "bourgs" crowning the crags above us.
It was dusk when we reached the village of Senas tired with the day's
march.
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