Motoring aboard . rld over for its much-talked-aboutand badly faded tapestry. Of course, we hadto see the tapestry, for nobody would think ofgoing to Bayeaux without seeing it; thousandsof tourists travel to the town every year for thepurpose. As every one knows, this tapestry, which isabout eighteen inches wide and two hundredand thirty feet long, was embroidered by thefaithful Queen Matilda while her husband,William the Conqueror, was engaged in his sevenyears war with England during the eleventhcentury. We followed the history of the war,as depicted in the crude portraitures of Matilda,marv
Motoring aboard . rld over for its much-talked-aboutand badly faded tapestry. Of course, we hadto see the tapestry, for nobody would think ofgoing to Bayeaux without seeing it; thousandsof tourists travel to the town every year for thepurpose. As every one knows, this tapestry, which isabout eighteen inches wide and two hundredand thirty feet long, was embroidered by thefaithful Queen Matilda while her husband,William the Conqueror, was engaged in his sevenyears war with England during the eleventhcentury. We followed the history of the war,as depicted in the crude portraitures of Matilda,marveled, with the astonishment which is ex-pected of all who see it, at her patience, andafter we had tramped about halfway around it,the men of our party adjourned to the courtyardto have a cigar while the ladies, with theirnatural enjoyment of needlework, followed thestory to its end. Between Bayeaux and St. Lo, our next point,we traveled for many miles through a greatforest absolutely devoid of human habitation 48. In many of the French towns we had to stopand ask directions because the streets were ahopeless enigma to us. along tt)t ^icturegqiue Coas;t of igormanbp save only the little sentry boxes a mile or twoapart for the use of the gendarmes. It wouldhave been a dreary place for a breakdown,especially as night was approaching and thedrizzle of the afternoon was settling down to asteady rain. Our motor car, however, was asusual dependable, and we pulled up withoutincident at the Hotel de VUnivers at St. Lo,where we remained for the night. Early thenext morning while walking through one of thenarrow streets of the town I set out to make aphotograph of the oddest traveling outfit I eversaw. A huge goat hitched with a little donkeywas drawing a broken-down old gypsy wagon inwhich was a forlorn woman and a wild-lookingman with hair and beard at least two feet had just started to focus the camera when theman sprang at me with a volley of unintelligibleoaths and clenched f
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