Saturday, July 13

Saturday, July 13.
Down the gardens of the Tuilleries to the Louvre, - without Mr. S and Freddie. Mr. S. looked up the ship's sailing, and visited the Paris office. But Fred was somewhat ill, and remained in bed. This unfortunate illness resulted in his giving up two days of the coaching trip. D.S.B. staying with him. Of course we admired "Winged Victory" and "Venus de Milo",- and then the many marvelous pictures -; as, Raphael's "St. George + the Dragon", Murhto's "Holy Family", et al. (48) A taxi soon landed us at Notre Dame. This cathedral was not so interesting to our party as the English structures. The boys admired Napoleon's coronation robes, with all the plate that belonged to this old church. The crowns in the Louvre attracted us too, that of N. in imitation of Charlemagne and one of Louis XV.
Another taxi landed us at the Hotel des Invalides, the tomb of Napoleon. We stood gazing upon the great marble sarcophagus, with the floor around it inscribed with the great victories of the great warrior, - but "no mention of Waterloo." C. admired N. as a hero. C.F.B. disputed him,- as did  D.S.B. + I. A walk soon took us to the Eiffel Tower, which we admired, planning an ascent later.
Leaving the city, we were in big crush at the station. The train service seemed paltry and miserable. An interesting young French couple were also in the apartment we occupied. The weather seemed cooler. So when we learned at (49) Rouen that the horses were in fine fetter, we rejoiced- and wished for D.S.B. and Freddie.
The streets of Rouen were jammed with hurrying people at about 10 o'clock. Then a torch-light (rather a Japanese lantern) procession passed by, celebrating the morrow, the 14th of July, the Fall of the Bastille.
But we managed to go to sleep in spite of the continuing tumult below our windows.