The Days of a Man 



Two crabbed old villages lie along the Route, Eze 

 la Turbie ( an anc i e nt Saracen fortress) which seems to have 

 grown out of the solid granite, and La Turbie with 

 its noble Trophy commemorating the victory of 

 Augustus over the Ligurians six years before the 

 Christian Era. As I recall these things, J. F. Clarke's 

 fine lines in a long-ago Atlantic Monthly come back 

 to me now, as often of old : 



Where black warships ride at anchor 



in the bay of Villafranca, 

 Eagle-like, gray Esa clinging, 



from her rocky perch looks down; 

 While above the mountain dim, 



ruined, shattered, stern and grim, 

 Turbia sees us, through the ages, 



with her austere Roman frown. 



The weird and almost unreal beauty of Monte 

 Carlo has rarely received full justice, for reasons 

 familiar to every traveler whether gambler or student 

 of psychology, though by none can it be denied. 1 

 The idyllic little city of Monaco, perched far below on 

 a jutting rock promontory, had a special interest for me 

 from its exquisite museum filled with treasures of the 

 deep sea gathered in Prince Albert's various expe- 

 ditions. 



From Beaulieu we went directly to Hyeres-les- 

 Palmiers, a well-situated breezy little city, where we 

 found Dr. Warden 2 and his family on a holiday 



^n page 215, of Chapter ix, Volume I, I ventured to compare the region 

 south of Point Lobos near Carmel, California, to the French Riviera. Some 

 months after those words were written certain scenes from a now notorious 

 moving-picture play located at Monte Carlo were actually filmed on the 

 southernmost tongue of Lobos, where, after the erection of "false fronts" of 

 lath and plaster, the vrai semblance was remarkably close. 



2 See Chapter XLIV, page 516. 



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