I saw one of the small, square stones in it, bearing the
date of 1597, and no doubt there are a thousand older ones.
Rouen
By Thomas Frognall Dibdin
[Footnote: From "A Bibliographical Tour in France and Germany."]
The approach to Rouen is indeed magnificent. I speak of the immediate
approach, after you reach the top of a considerable rise, and are stopt by
the barriers. You then look down a straight, broad, and strongly paved
road, lined with a double row of trees on each side. As the foliage was
not thickly set, we could discern, through the delicately clothed
branches, the tapering spire of the cathedral, and the more picturesque
tower of the Abbaye St. Ouen--with hanging gardens, and white houses, to
the left--covering a richly cultivated ridge of hills, which sink, as it
were, into the Boulevards, and which is called the Faubourg Cauchoise. To
the right, through the trees, you see the River Seine (here of no
despicable depth or breadth), covered with boats and vessels in motion,
the voice of commerce, and the stir of industry, cheering and animating
you as you approach the town.
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