Avec ta guitare à ton cou,
Va, par la France et par l’Espagne!
Suis ton chemin; je ne sais où....
Par la plaine et par la montagne!
Passe, comme la plume au vent!
Comme le son de ta mandore!
Comme un flot qui baise en rêvant
Les flancs d’une barque sonore!
The proprietor of one of the hotels now very much in vogue sent me the following letter, which I quote word for word:
Madame: If you would consent to dine every evening for a month in our large dining-room, I would place at your service a suite of rooms on the first floor, consisting of two bedrooms, a large drawing-room, a small boudoir and a bath room. It is of course, understood that this suite of rooms would be yours free of charge if you would consent to do as I ask.