worth seeing. There is a little hotel at Ste. Marguerita, the 
larger of the islands, or you can picnic on St. Honorat, the more 
beautiful of the two. Or if you have a little time you can hire 
a boat for yourself and go to both islands in a morning or an 
afternoon. 
At the end of Cap d'Antibes is one of the finest of the 
Riviera gardens, the Villa Eilenroc (the anagram of Cornelie). 
The Englishman who has made this beautiful place has cut 
roads and path-ways through the native growth on a point of 
land jutting out into the bluest of blue seas, made terraces and 
gardens and parterres. The point ends in rocky limestone 
cliffs (f daises), and here innumerable paths have been made 
and rock-plants naturalized. The whole is an astonishing gar- 
den unlike any other in the world. It is open to the public for 
a small fee on two days a week, last winter Tuesday and Friday 
afternoons. There is a very good restaurant, the Eden-Roc, 
quite close to the Villa Eilenroc. It may be reached by tram 
from Antibes, but a motor is better, and the visit should not be 
a hurried one. 
On Cap d'Antibes is also the Villa Thuret, left some years 
ago by its botanist owner, M. Thuret, to the French government 
as a sort of southern adjunct and nursery to the Jardin des 
Plantes. It is worth a visit, though very much run down just 
now. Last winter work of reparation had begun. 
You will want to go to Grasse, but from the point of view of 
flowers this is a disappointing experience. Millions are grown 
thereabouts but it is only in the late spring that any great mass 
are in bloom at the same time. The ride is a picturesque one 
and the road is bordered by fields of Roses, Jasmine and Carna- 
tions. Each sort of flower is grown by itself in small plots. 
One land owner has a few square yards of Roses, another spec- 
ializes in a small way in Jasmine. It is hard to believe that 
yearly 5,000,000 Roses and corresponding numbers of other 
flowers are grown in the region unless you manage to reach 
Grasse on one of the days when the flowers are coming in, a few 
pounds of blooms from one grower, a few from another and you 
cease to marvel that perfumeries and scented soaps are expen- 
sive luxuries when you realize that these few pounds are one 
family's yearly harvest. 
There are charming little gardens above Grasse, but so shut 
in by high walls that your only view of them is when the ascend- 
ing road winds above them and you look down into them for 
a moment. 
One that is at the top of the world, but not many actual 
kilometers from Grasse, is at the astonishing town of Mougins. 
An American lady has bought the medieval chateau and is 
remodeling it. Around the chateau is the garden, which on one 
side is a little meadow enclosed in magnificent box grown to the 
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