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pretty street is quiet, the great avenue of
chestnut trees is cheerful and green, broad and
straight as a racecourse. Quite in the background
the statue of David rises like a boundary
mark, and high over all the dome of the
Pantheon, surmounted by a golden cross, seems to
touch the clouds. I remain standing, delighted
with the significant spectacle, when accidentally
on my right my eyes fall on a dyer’s shield at
the end of the Rue de Fleurs. Painted on the
window of the dyeing-house stand over a silver
cloud the initials of my name A. S., and over
them is arched a rainbow.
Omen accipio! and am reminded of the passage
in Genesis, “I have set my bow in the clouds to
be a sign of the covenant between me and the
earth.”
I seem no longer to touch the ground, but to
float in air, and with winged feet enter the
garden, which is now quite empty. In this early
morning hour I am the exclusive possessor of
this park, with all its glory of roses, and I know
all my flowers in their beds—chrysanthemums,
verbenas, and begonias.
Going down the racecourse I reach the boundary
mark, pass through the trellised gate to
the Rue Soufflot, and turn to the Boulevard St.
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