. Travels in the Pyrenees : including Andorra and the coast from Barcelona to Carcassonne. ury by the Bene-dictine monks of Aries, who built the little chapel of St. Martinin the Valley of the Rom. Boulou Town has its place inhistory, but its prosperity has declined since the opening ofthe railway. Till then it stood upon the great highwayinto Spain, and all who passed this way entered within itsfortified walls and sought the hospitality of its inns. Portionsof its old walls still survive, and fading parchments of theKings of Aragon set forth its civic rights and its proud days
. Travels in the Pyrenees : including Andorra and the coast from Barcelona to Carcassonne. ury by the Bene-dictine monks of Aries, who built the little chapel of St. Martinin the Valley of the Rom. Boulou Town has its place inhistory, but its prosperity has declined since the opening ofthe railway. Till then it stood upon the great highwayinto Spain, and all who passed this way entered within itsfortified walls and sought the hospitality of its inns. Portionsof its old walls still survive, and fading parchments of theKings of Aragon set forth its civic rights and its proud days are over, and the world, busy upon otherhighways, comes little now to Boulou Town. When I had seen all there was in Le Boulou, I went outand sat in the cool of the summer evening by the wayside,and waited for the auto-bus to come and take me on to theend of my journey. It was late in coming, and I passedan idle hour in observing the customary life : the yellowcornfields and the grey olive orchards, across which thewind went blowing ; the wine-carts on the road ; the horses O 3 J > :. THE DOOR, RIPOLL ABBEY {page 22l) To face page ij THE COL OF PERTHUS 189 straining their sinews uphill, their vivid pelisses making asplash of colour under the plane-trees; the tartanes joggingon their way to Boulou Town; the daughters of the villageswaying lazily up to the fountains and filling their water-pots, putting their lips to the spouting stream, and stoppingon their way home to smile and talk to the amorous youth. It was a quiet and a pleasing scene, culled as it were fromthe heart of this countryside ; and yet through it all I seemedto hear the screaming of Hannibals elephants, the steadytramp of the Roman legions, the war-cries of the Saraceninvader, and the dying accents of Philip le Hardi as hecame, borne upon a litter, down this very road. Que vous dirai-je, as old Muntaner used to say. Partout ouilspurent trotter Us allerent un beau trot, apres avoir passe le villagede la Cluse;
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