Along France's river of romance: . , blonde, et leve le pied. There are many sailor-songs connected with Nantes,many more indecorous than the above—such, forinstance, as Les Trois Matelots de Nantes, and the Chanson des Mariniers —but few so amusing. From Nantes there is a regular service of steamersrunning daily to St. Nazaire, touching on the way atChantenay, Basse-Lidre, Lidret, Coueron, le Pellerin,le Migron, and Paimbceuf, which start from the piersof the Compagnie Bretonne just below the Bourse. From here I began the last stage of my journeydown the river, at eight oclock on a rai

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Along France's river of romance: . , blonde, et leve le pied. There are many sailor-songs connected with Nantes,many more indecorous than the above—such, forinstance, as Les Trois Matelots de Nantes, and the Chanson des Mariniers —but few so amusing. From Nantes there is a regular service of steamersrunning daily to St. Nazaire, touching on the way atChantenay, Basse-Lidre, Lidret, Coueron, le Pellerin,le Migron, and Paimbceuf, which start from the piersof the Compagnie Bretonne just below the Bourse. From here I began the last stage of my journeydown the river, at eight oclock on a rainy Augustmorning. I took my seat on the upper deck under theawning, on the little white steamer, the Ville de Nantes,and off we went downstream. The boat was full ofelderly women in sabots, wearing white Breton capsand nursing large wicker baskets full of vegetables,and contained, besides a number of nondescripttravellers, a little talkative hunchback in a black, hoodedcloak. We passed the end of the He Gloriette with the rain.

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