Indeed, it is not uncommon with the French caravansaries to keep a little extra good wine in stock for those who can distinguish between an _ordinaire_ and a _superieur_, and are willing to pay the price.
III "See Naples and die," say the Italians.

"See Paris and live," say the French.

Old friends, who have been over and back, have been of late telling me that Paris, having woefully suffered, is nowise the Paris it was, and as the provisional offspring of four years of desolating war I can well believe them.

But a year or two of peace, and the city will rise again, as after the Franco-Prussian War and the Commune, which laid upon it a sufficiently blighting hand.

In spite of fickle fortune and its many ups and downs it is, and will ever remain, "Paris, the Changeless." I never saw the town so much itself as just before the beginning of the world war.