[29] "Sir, I am a stranger."—"So I perceive, Sir, and for that reason I wish to be of service to you."
[30] The good people of Sens are, apparently, not a people of good sense.
[31] There is none.
[32] Faith, Sir, they blow them out.
[33] The true south begins at Naples.
[34] That must be a sort of miracle.
CHAP. VIII.
The entrance into Avignon prepossesses a stranger in its favour: he passes through a gate of modern construction into a square in which are several well-grown trees; in front is the theatre, on each side a large inn and other houses: this is called the Place de la Comédie. We were set down at the Palais Royal, where we found good chambers and beds. Hot baths, à l'instar de Paris, as the sign expressed it, were opposite our inn, and the next morning some of the family took advantage of them. I paid Louis, my coachman, the balance of his account, for I had advanced him money on the road; and gave him such a generous bonne main, that he was, I saw, ashamed of having once or twice made us fare ill on the road. The sum of the expenses of my journey from Paris, not including the bonne main, was a little more than sixteen hundred francs.