Paris herself again in 1878-9 . res of my mind havebeheld for a very long time. The last day of Easter Week was a THE LITTLE KED MAX. 335. gloriously fine one. It is pouring with rain, dismally, this instantMonday morning ; but Saturday was all blue sky and golden sun-shine—a real lapis-lazuli after-noon. I had spent the day inthe pursuit of bric-a-brac. Ihad wandered about the Chaus-see dAntin and the Rues Le-pelletier, Lafitte, Taitbout,and Drouot; I had ascendedand descended the BoulevardHaussmairn; I had crossedthe water, and renewed a long-standing acquaintance withthe Quai Voltaire ; I s
Paris herself again in 1878-9 . res of my mind havebeheld for a very long time. The last day of Easter Week was a THE LITTLE KED MAX. 335. gloriously fine one. It is pouring with rain, dismally, this instantMonday morning ; but Saturday was all blue sky and golden sun-shine—a real lapis-lazuli after-noon. I had spent the day inthe pursuit of bric-a-brac. Ihad wandered about the Chaus-see dAntin and the Rues Le-pelletier, Lafitte, Taitbout,and Drouot; I had ascendedand descended the BoulevardHaussmairn; I had crossedthe water, and renewed a long-standing acquaintance withthe Quai Voltaire ; I saw thedealers of the Rue St. Andredes Arts, and those dealerssaw me, even as a certain gentleman in a well-known poem, passing through TottenhamCourt Road, either by choice or by whim, saw Brothers theProphet, and Brothers the Prophet saw him. I could make butlittle of the bibelot dealers on either side of the Seine, nor they ofme. There is something the matter with the old-curiosity trade inParis just now. The articleis scarce, and holders arefirm. There is absolutelyno old Sevres of any im-portance to be had. Thedealers hold per
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