If necessary, you can leave them at the Hotel des Alpes, at St.Martin, and write me word.
If the horses come to harm, I know these gentlemen will not let my comrades suffer." Here Alphonse, who had borrowed the money from me earlier in the day, produced two notes of five hundred francs, and pressed them unavailingly on the agent.
As we walked rapidly towards the Rue Paradis, our masterful friend gave us particulars of the road.
"It is," he said, "the route de Levens.

Monsieur knows it--well, no matter! They say it was built hundreds of years before the Romans came.

One ascends this bank of the river until the road divides, then to the left through the village of St.Andre.After two kilometres one finds one's self in a gorge--the cliffs on either side of many hundred feet.

There are places where the sunlight never enters.

It is an ascent always--follows La Tourette, a fortified village high above the road on the right.