. Paris as seen and described by famous writers ... er, illuminated. Nothing of the city could bedistinguished beneath that floating muslin, the hue of thedawn. In the hollows, the thick cloud deepened into abluish tint, while upon the broad spaces, transparencieswere made of golden dust through which one divined thebackground of the streets; and, much higher, the domesand spires pierced the fog, with thin grey silhouettes stillwrapped in the fragments of the fog which they now and then streamers of yellow smoke detachedthemselves as if by the heavy flap of some gigantic birds
. Paris as seen and described by famous writers ... er, illuminated. Nothing of the city could bedistinguished beneath that floating muslin, the hue of thedawn. In the hollows, the thick cloud deepened into abluish tint, while upon the broad spaces, transparencieswere made of golden dust through which one divined thebackground of the streets; and, much higher, the domesand spires pierced the fog, with thin grey silhouettes stillwrapped in the fragments of the fog which they now and then streamers of yellow smoke detachedthemselves as if by the heavy flap of some gigantic birdswing, and then melted into the air that seemed to swallowthem. And, above this immensity and this cloud descend-ing and sleeping over Paris, a very pure sky, of a pale blue,almost white, stretched its deep vault. The sun rose in adust softened by the rays. A light cloud, of the vaguepaleness of infancy, broke into rain, filling the spacewith its tepid quivering. It was a feast, the sovereignpeace and tender gaiety of the infinite, during which the. o oi•w Q< o o H WKH SUNRISE AND SUNSET 213 city, shot through with golden arrows, lazy and drowsy,could not make up her mind to show herself beneath herlace. . At the horizon long tremours ran over this sleeping suddenly the lake appeared to burst; slits appeared,and from one end to the other, there was a crack that an-nounced the breaking up. The sun, now higher, in thetriumphant glory of its rays, attacked the fog by little ,the large lake seemed to dry up, as if someinvisible drain had emptied its contents. The mists, sodeep a little while ago, became thinner and transparent, as-suming the bright colours of the rainbow. All the leftbank was of a tender blue, slowly deepening into nearlyviolet, on the side of the Jardin des Plantes. On theright bank, the qiiartier des Tuileries had the pale rose offlesh-coloured cloth, while toward Montmartre, it was likethe glow from burning coals, carmine flamin
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