MOTORING THROUGH THE GOLDEN AGE

I.[The New Plan]
II.[The New Start]
III.[Into the Juras]
IV.[A Poem in Architecture]
V.[Vienne in the Rain]
VI.[The Château I Did Not Rent]
VII.[An Hour at Orange]
VIII.[The Road to Pont du Gard]
IX.[The Luxury of Nîmes]
X.[Through the Cévennes]
XI.[Into the Auvergne]
XII.[Le Puy]
XIII.[The Center of France]
XIV.[Between Billy and Bessey]
XV.[The Haute-Loire]
XVI.[Nearing Paris]
XVII.[Summing Up the Cost]
XVIII.[The Road to Cherbourg]
XIX.[Bayeux, Caen, and Rouen]
XX.[We Come to Grief]
XXI.[The Damage Repaired—Beauvais and Compiègne]
XXII.[From Paris to Chartres and Châteaudun]
XXIII.[We Reach Tours]
XXIV.[Chinon, Where Joan Met the King, and Azay]
XXV.[Tours]
XXVI.[Chenonceaux and Amboise]
XXVII.[Chambord and Cléry]
XXVIII.[Orléans]
XXIX.[Fontainebleau]
XXX.[Rheims]
XXXI.[Along the Marne]
XXXII.[Domremy]
XXXIII.[Strassburg and the Black Forest]
XXXIV.[A Land Where Storks Live]
XXXV.[Back to Vevey]
XXXVI.[The Great Upheaval]
XXXVII.[The Long Trail Ends]

ILLUSTRATIONS

["The Normandy Road to Cherbourg Is as Wonderful as any in France"]
["Where Roads Branch or Cross There Are Signboards.... You Can't Ask a Man 'Quel Est le Chemin' for Anywhere When You Are in Front of a Signboard Which Is Shouting the Information"]
[Mark Twain's "Lost Napoleon"—"The Colossal Sleeping Figure in Its Supreme Repose"]
[Marché Vevey—"In Each Town There Is an Open Square, Which Twice a Week Is Picturesquely Crowded"]
["You Can See Son Loup from the Hotel Steps in Vevey, but It Takes Hours to Get to It"]
[Descending the Juras]
[The Tomb of Margaret of Austria, Church of Brou]
["Through Hillside Villages Where Never a Stone Had Been Moved, I Think, in Centuries"]
[Birthplace of Joan of Arc]
[Strassburg, Showing the Cathedral]

PREFACE

Fellow-wanderer:

The curtain that so long darkened many of the world's happy places is lifted at last. Quaint villages, old cities, rolling hills, and velvet valleys once more beckon to the traveler.

The chapters that follow tell the story of a small family who went gypsying through that golden age before the war when the tree-lined highways of France, the cherry-blossom roads of the Black Forest, and the high trails of Switzerland offered welcome to the motor nomad.