Paris is an achievement. Its coherent, consequent civic beauty ranks it among the seven beauties of the world. It is as systematically and methodically laid out as Philadelphia—but with a difference!
It is discreet and tactful, and ever puts its best foot foremost, the other probably being down at heel.
It is trim and tripping, where London is solidly lumbering,—but, give me London!
Paris is adorable; London is lovable. Paris is bewitching; London is satisfying.
Paris is to London as lime-light unto sunlight, and as absinthe unto wine. But as the very essence of Paris, is ephemeral, so the nature of London makes for perpetuity; and London is, of all things, a place to go back to.
“A collection of wholesome and
delightful tales”
The Folk Afield
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