Identifier: wanderingsbyloir00ritc (find matches)
Title: Wanderings by the Loire
Year: 1833 (1830s)
Authors: Ritchie, Leitch, 1800?-1865 Turner, J. M. W. (Joseph Mallord William), 1775-1851
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Publisher: London : Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longman Paris : Rittner and Goupil

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d for herpassport. She had travelled, she said, up and down,backwards and forwards, lengthways and breadthways,for the last half century, and had passed, till this dis-graceful hour, in freedom and honour, by the royalsignet of woman, the unquestioned and unquestionableprivilege of her sex! The gendarmes were at lengthawed, if not convinced; and, informing her that shewas at liberty to proceed on condition of her providingherself with a passport at the next town, they shut thedoor instantaneously to avoid hearing her indignantrefusal of the conditions. This is by no means anuncommon scene. The French have a habitual de-ference for women, which is neither gallantry, noraffectation, nor puppyism : they are brought up to it. The village of Saint-Ay, three leagues from Orleans,was the first stage. It is situated amidst the vineyardswhich produce the famous Orleans wine, scarcely infe-rior to Burgundy itself, and commands a fine view ofthe river and its opposite banks. There the village of
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THE PATACHE. 15 Notre Dame de Clery, with its lofty church, is theprincipal object: the latter renowned as the grave ofLouis XI.—this odd compound, who was at once acunning politician, an absurd bigot, a useful king, andan atrocious villain. A league and a half farther, we passed throughMehan, a small town, where Jean Clopinel, one of theauthors of the famous Romance of the Rose, was bornin 1280; and after a ride of the same distance, reachedBeaugency. There is something odd in the appear-ance of this place, which captivated our imagination atonce. In vain we were told by our fellow-travellersthat there was nothing to be seen ; and in vain werecollected that De Villiers, the travelling postman ,#passes it in a single sentence. It was necessary tojudge for ourselves; and leaving the diligence peoplechanging horses and eating soup, we ran at full speedinto the town, to see the lions. The bridge over the Loire is itself a curiosity, con-sisting of no fewer than thirty-nine arches; but

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