Aside from the "two old brides" who are always in evidence on such occasions, there was a veritable "young couple," exceedingly pretty to look at, and delightfully in love! That sort of thing is not so uncommon in Paris as cynics affect to think.
If it be true, as the witty Frenchman observes, that "gambling is the recreation of gentlemen and the passion of fools," it is equally true that love is a game where every player wins if he sticks to it and is loyal to it.

Just as credit is the foundation of business is love both the asset and the trade-mark of happiness.

To see it is to believe it, and--though a little cash in hand is needful to both--where either is wanting, look out for sheriffs and scandals.
Pre Catalan, once a pasture for cows with a pretty kiosk for the sale of milk, has latterly had a tea-room big enough to seat a thousand, not counting the groves which I have seen grow up about it thickly dotted with booths and tables, where some thousands more may regale themselves.
That Sunday it was never so glowing with animation and color.

As it makes one happy to see others happy it makes one adore his own land to witness that which makes other lands great.
I have not loved Paris as a Parisian, but as an American; perhaps it is a stretch of words to say I love Paris at all.

I used to love to go there and to behold the majesty of France.