A number of cafes bearing the sign "American Bar" testified to the nationality and tastes of many tourists.
I found our consul, William Bardel, at the consulate.

He is a fine type of the German-American citizen, and, since the war began, with his wife and son has held the fort and tactfully looked after the interests of both Americans and Germans.

On both sides of him shells had damaged the houses immediately adjoining.

The one across the street had been destroyed and two neighbors killed.
The street in front of the consulate is a mass of fallen stone, and the morning I called on Mr.Bardel a shell had hit his neighbor's chestnut- tree, filled his garden with chestnut burrs, and blown out the glass of his windows.

He was patching the holes with brown wrapping-paper, but was chiefly concerned because in his own garden the dahlias were broken.