Waterside Avenues 
to the Point - du - Jour, the 
quays are a continuous delight; 
not always in the same char¬ 
acter— now very broad, very 
bare in their stern emphasis 
of the utilitarian, as in those 
long, vast reaches where Paris 
— PortdeMer —asserts herself; 
now verdurous and park-like, 
as along the Cours-la-Reine 
and the terraced gardens of 
the Tuileries; while here and 
there islets spangle the broad 
sweep of river and spill their 
green in a million lambent 
Hecks across the water, 
as at the Pont-Neuf, 
THE CHAMP-DE-MARS BESIDE THE RIVER DOING AT NEMOURS 
THE HIGHWAY BESIDE THE DOING AT NEMOURS 
ever new though ages old. 
If you love human life, 
you must love the Paris quays. 
Loiter along the book-piled 
parapets beneath the fragrant 
shade of lindens and hear the 
voices from the water below,— 
living voices, the poignant cry 
of man close-quartered at his 
race-travail, unmingled here 
with the distracting rattle of 
the streets but borne as a clear 
melody upon the sonorous 
roar of Paris. Splendid ramps 
of massive granite lead down 
at intervals from the upper 
levels to the paved brink. 
Locks, bridges, stairways, 
gates, architectural features in 
endless diversity give interest 
at every point. And one re¬ 
curs always to the refreshing 
garlands of green trees, which 
so frequently embower the 
scene in delicious verdure ! 
Lush bouquets of poplar, 
plane and sycamore nestle in 
angles of bridge and balus¬ 
trade and through their leafi- 
ness give glimpses of age-old 
interminable palaces, domes, 
temples, colonnades; and sur¬ 
est glory of them all, Our 
Lady of Paris lifting her pur- 
fled turrets to the blue. 
THE CORNICHE ROAD AT MARSEID DES 
