It was like some enchanted park with cascades falling from every portion.
Below the meadows were damp.

Gigantic chestnut trees cast dark shadows.
On the borders of the meadows long hedges of poplars exhibited in lines their rustling branches.

Two avenues of enormous plane trees stretched across the fields toward the ancient Chateau de Gagny, then a mass of ruins.

In this constantly watered district the grass grew to an extraordinary height.

It resembled a garden between two wooded hills, a natural garden, of which the meadows were the lawns, the giant trees marking the colossal flower beds.