Song of Old France

After passing the old village church, Mother and I went up a short narrow street and found ourselves almost immediately in the fields. The rough stony road meandered through the expanses of wheat and barley. On days when the sky was overcast and the wind blew down into the valley of the Seine, these fields,……

Villages of France

France! My heart went out to the beautiful old churches around which the villages of France had clustered for more than ten centuries, and I wondered what a country would be like without them. Julien Green

Words of Many Languages

English, German, Latin and Greek were the courses I chose at the University of Virginia. Had anyone had the idea of looking for me between the hours of two and six in the afternoon, I might invariably have been found in one of the alcoves of the Rotunda, sitting at one of the heavy oak……

The Mark of Paris

This is Paris. Everything in the city has an indefinable quality which allows one to say without hesitation, “This is Paris,” even if it is only a milk can hanging on a door-knob, or a heavy brown broom noisily sweeping the leaves on a sidewalk, or a row of weather-worn books in a dusty box……