Avenue de l'Opéra

My actions so far had worked out according to my planned schedule.

I slept for exactly two hours, got up and dressed, donned a great coat, walked down the Avenue de l'Opera, and entered a side door of the Louvre.

Once inside, and amid surroundings entirely familiar to me, I made my way immediately to the Chamber of Egyptian Relics, or more specifically, to the cabinet in that chamber which contained the El Kab collection of papyri.

Drawing out the particular roll I wished, I placed it on a nearby table, sat down, began to study it, when I noticed one of the museum attendants who was polishing some brass work across the room.

How do you get from, uh, the Seine, basically, here's the Route de Rivoli paralleling the Seine, to where you're gonna build this new magnificent opera that you saw before? Well, you don't have to be an architectural genius or Vincent Scully or someone like that.

You simply take a ruler and, and, and then you tip off your friends about where the building is gonna go, so they make a lot of money, and that's what Haussmann did, and you plan the Avenue de l'Opéra.

And there are three reasons, three, why Paris is rebuilt.

First, to bring more light and air to Paris to make it a healthier place.

Um, but, uh, and, and here you, you know, you can look down and, and, and see this is reversed, but it doesn't make the slightest bit of difference.

Uh, uh, you can see that's the Place Vendôme, the column of which was brought down in, in, uh, in eighteen seventy-one at Courbet's, uh, um, uh, uh, suggestion.

Uh, and so you end up with this, which you've already seen before, the Avenue de l'Opéra.

And it was down here, the fir-- the first bomb that Amiln replaced was down here at, at number eleven.

On reaching the Hôtel de France in the Rue Lafitte he had thrown himself upon a sofa for a couple of hours, but finding that he was unable to sleep he determined in spite of his fatigue to make his way to the Louvre, settle the point which he had come to decide, and take the evening train back to Dieppe.

Having come to this conclusion, he donned his greatcoat, for it was a raw rainy day, and made his way across the Boulevards Italiens and down the Avenue de l'Opera.

Once in the Louvre, he was on familiar ground, and he speedily made his way to the collection of papyri which it was his intention to consult.

The warmest admirers of John Vansittart Smith could hardly claim for him that he was a handsome man.

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he is a rotund little man with a red plump face and a butter nose upon the knob of which rests securely the bridge of a huge pair of spectacles behind the lenses a pair of childish blue eyes stare innocently but he is adept at his art his is a prosperous business and he has a motor car he was out bravely enough on one of the days when the hosts of midian were prowling round and round the country and came suddenly upon an english soldier sitting at the roadside nursing a wounded foot you'd better look out guv'nor said tommy after the good-natured little pharmacist had banged him up and hoisted him into his car there's a couple of em eulens about ere so unless you want to lose your car op it matey op it the apothecary was somewhat puzzled at the phraseology of his newly-found friend and patient but he understood the drift of it particularly as at that very moment they saw the raiders two of them riding easily through the trees down by the river scarcely a mile away so pharmacist and fighting man performed a judicious turning movement swiftly into the town told the tale there jammed a hood on to the car with a couple of men with rifles under it and hopped back again the plump little pharmacist driving slowly with sublime and splendid innocence with the afternoon sun flashing heliograph messages from the lenses of the large gold spectacles presently they came upon the uhlans who held up the automobile with their usual fierce high and mightiness and declaring that they had lost their way demanded to be shown the direction they spoke perfect french they leaned over the saddle-bows of their swift horses they produced their maps slung from their shoulders in neat leather cases with mica fronts which way had the french patrols gone surely they had been here or hereabouts yesterday the cavalry the guns the plucky pill roller without more ado suddenly dropped his steering-wheel produced an antiquated weapon from behind his seat and blew a hole big enough to put your two fists through into one of the horses there followed a fierce but harmless volley from behind the tilt and a minute later two astonished and furious uhlans were riding together as prisoners on their one surviving charger toward the peaceful capital of the department of luas they were immured in a fine old stone mansion under the shadow of the cathedral and there remained on show until an ambulance lorry arrived in the city and carried them safely southward to paris between the two large coloured bottles in the chemist's window to-day stands a relic of that exciting afternoon a houlan spiked helmet and underneath it written neatly in monsieur x s own hand a prescription label bearing the words a mort la boche as for monsieur x himself he was promised a prominent place in the great procession of october fourteenth or thereabouts you may be sure he had it that concludes chapter eight of first from the front and is also the end of section four section five of first from the front by harold ashton war correspondent of the daily news this librivox recording is in the public domain chapters nine and ten chapter nine the retreat of the epicures i have returned by force of circumstances to the gay city for a time anyway paris is bearing up most of the shops and very many of the houses are closed and shuttered the rich man has packed up his traps and with his man servants and maid servants his oxen and his asses the wife of his bosom and the children that are his has slipped away either southward whither the government has sped or to the more pacific watering-places on the south coast of england the siege of paris is bound to come so i am assured by the babbling boulevarders whom i find still squatting in their favourite niches outside cafe and brasserie like cathedral saints more perhaps like gargoyles it will not be a starvation business like the historic investment of seventy it will be speedy and astonishing and no doubt disturbing the patriotic citizens who are staying to see it through declare with all their hearts and souls that if the germans do ride in under the mask of their great guns paris may surrender herself but she will do it street by street inch by inch and die gloriously in the doing but i don't think it will really be anything like that we shall see meanwhile it is a dreadfully upsetting fact that you can't get a good dinner now at the cafe something world famous for its choice of fare many parisians notorious in the city for the gods they make of their stomachs have been staying behind simply because there is no place in the world so completely so sumptuously satisfying as the cafe something the food yesterday was well suspicious to-day some of it was really bad the panic of the gourmands began it spread across the avenue de l'opera it clamoured across the broad boulevards and it died away in the booking-hall of the gloomy station of st lazare where many fat gentlemen with handbags were bidding good-bye to the gay city for ever with first-class single tickets for london we laughed at them as they waddled off there is still some comedy left in this gigantic drama if there were not it would be unbearable so we go back to the cafe after seeing our gloomy-avised falstaffs away and proceed to drown their sorrows and float ours in foaming beakers of cafe au lait i am indeed sorry messieurs says the tall garon as he bows before us but there is no more milk to-day even the cows are fighting for us if messieurs will be content with tinned milk the comedy carries on most engagingly and the second act opens with alphonse producing from under his apron a case of m nestle which he brandishes triumphantly with one hand with the other he flourishes a sardine tin-opener ah says he jabbing furiously at the tin if this were only the neck of wilhelm before the dinner knell rings out the balcony of this particular cafe fills up with a dirty bedraggled tired-eyed lot of men who like the armies beyond the city are resting for the week-end fleet street in paris Here we all are again, back from the tumultuous torrent of war.

From Lille, St. Quentin, Amiens, Beauvais, from Betuil, and Crevecoeur, Pontoise, and Compagnes, and other places on the map which are making fresh history.

here we all are hustled and harassed left-wingers flung from pillar to post tossed from uhlan to chasseurs and back again no use for war correspondence in this war the army of the allies french and british alike but particularly british is rounding us up and heading us off with threats of imprisonment fines confiscation of kit and motor car some of us how impossible it all seems here in semi-careless paris have actually looked down flinching or not according to our kidney the cold steel of a rifle barrel others have been collared by uhlans and kicked ruthlessly out of the way we don't brag about it we have to grin and bear it not a man-jack of us but has lost most of his luggage not a man with a whole sock to his foot or a clean collar to his neck that extraordinary thing called the journalistic instinct has brought us all back to paris for a brief spell and the chance of a bath and a shave the bath costs half-a-crown the shave two francs i have them both regardless i buy a new hat a trifle too friskely parisian for my fancy a new pair of boots and then as i wander lazily across the place de la concorde i suddenly remember the countess in the train the three-handed bridge gamble and the invitation to dine at maxim's so i cross the place and make my way to that palace of delights the blinds are down the shutters clamped across the windows the house is as grimly deserted and lone as the house of ussher ah la pauvre comtesse that concludes chapter nine of first from the front the section continues with chapter x the corporal of the foreign legion He swung into the café, a fine, tall, young soldier, stiff-shouldered, erect, his dark eyes afire.

but there were some violent individuals, capable of minorities within the anarchist movement, of doing deeds.

On the 11th, backing up one year for reasons we'll see, the 11th of November, 1892, an employee of the mine company of those mining strikes that had catapulted Jaurès to fame, found a suspicious looking package on the floor outside the company door at 11 Avenue de l'Opéra, there, 11, up on the left.

This is 1900, this picture.

I've gotten in that building too, my son and I did.

The second was way up by near the Arc de Triomphe.

His boss gave him some money to do these errands.

And a policeman tried to do the same thing and said that he could not have gone back to his house in Montmartre, to the fifth floor, Rue Véran, it doesn't matter, I love this stuff, and got the bomb, gone all the way back down to the Avenue de l'Opéra, and then finished his errands and got back in two hours and fifty minutes.

Pas possible.

so struck was mr smith that he straightway married an egyptological young lady who had written upon the sixth dynasty and having thus secured a sound base of operations he set himself to collect materials for a work which should unite the research of lepsius and the ingenuity of champollion the preparation of his magnum opus entailed many hurried visits to the magnificent egyptian collections of the louvre upon the last of which no longer ago than the middle of last october he became involved in a most strange and noteworthy adventure the trains had been slow and the channel had been rough so that the student arrived in paris in a somewhat befogged and feverish condition On reaching the Hotel de France, in the Rue Lafitte, he had thrown himself upon a sofa for a couple of hours, but, finding that he was unable to sleep, he determined, in spite of his fatigue, to make his way to the Louvre, settle the point, which he had come to decide, and take the evening train back to Dieppe.

Having come to his conclusion, he donned his greatcoat, for it was a raw rainy day, and made his way across the Boulevard des Italiens and down the Avenue de l'Opera, Once in the Louvre he was on familiar ground, and he speedily made his way to the collection of papyri, which it was his intention to consult.

The warmest admirers of John Van Zittart Smith could hardly claim for him that he was a handsome man.

His high-beaked nose and prominent chin had something of the same acute and incisive character which distinguished his intellect.

I hailed a horse cab, and the driver pulled up at the curb.

Settled back in the slow, smoothly rolling fiacre, we moved up the Avenue de l'Opera, past the locked doors of the shops, their windows lighted, the avenue broad and shiny and almost deserted.

The cab passed the New York Herald bureau with a window full of clocks.

"What are all the clocks for?" she asked.

so struck was mr smith that he straightway married an egyptological young lady who had written upon the sixth dynasty and having thus secured a sound base of operations he set himself to collect materials for a work which should unite the research of lepsius and the ingenuity of champollion the preparation of his magnum opus entailed many hurried visits to the magnificent egyptian collections of the louvre upon the last of which no longer ago than the middle of last october he became involved in a most strange and noteworthy adventure the trains had been slow and the channel had been rough so that the student arrived in paris in a somewhat befogged and feverish condition On reaching the Hotel de France, in the Rue Lafitte, he had thrown himself upon a sofa for a couple of hours, but, finding that he was unable to sleep, he determined, in spite of his fatigue, to make his way to the Louvre, settle the point which he had come to decide, and take the evening train back to Dieppe.

Having come to his conclusion, he donned his greatcoat, for it was a raw rainy day, and made his way across the Boulevard des Italiens and down the Avenue de l'Opera.

Once in the Louvre he was on familiar ground, and he speedily made his way to the collection of papyri, which it was his intention to consult.

The warmest admirers of John Van Zittart Smith could hardly claim for him that he was a handsome man.

My actions so far had worked out according to my planned schedule.

I slept for exactly two hours, got up and dressed, donned a great coat, walked down the Avenue de l'Opéra, and entered the side door of the Louvre.

Once inside, and amid surroundings entirely familiar to me, I made my way immediately to the chamber of Egyptian relics, or more specifically, to the cabinet in that chamber which contained the El-Karb collection of papyri.

Drawing out the particular roll I wished, I placed it on a nearby table, sat down, began to study it when I noticed one of the museum attendants who was polishing some brass work across the room.