a little tour in france-第45章
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e only traces of former splendor now visible in the Papal pile are the walls and vaults of two small chapels； painted in fresco； so battered and effaced as to be scarcely distinguishable； by Simone Memmi。 It offers； of course； a peculiarly good field for restoration； and I believe the government intend to take it in hand。 I mention this fact without a sigh； for they cannot well make it less interesting than it is at present。
XXXIV。
Fortunately； it did not rain every day （though I believe it was raining everywhere else in the depart… ment）； otherwise I should not have been able to go to Villeneuve and to Vaucluse。 The afternoon； indeed； was lovely when I walked over the interminable bridge that spans the two arms of the Rhone； divided here by a considerable island； and directed my course； like a solitary horseman … on foot； to the lonely tower which forms one of the outworks of Villeneuve…les… Avignon。 The picturesque； half…deserted little town lies a couple of miles further up the river。 The im… mense round towers of its old citadel and the long stretches of ruined wall covering the slope on which it lies； are the most striking features of the nearer view； as you look from Avignon across the Rhone。 I spent a couple of hours in visiting these objects； and there was a kind of pictorial sweetness in the episode； but I have not many details to relate。 The isolated tower I just mentioned has much in common with the detached donjon of Montmajour； which I had looked at in going to Les Baux； and to which I paid my respects in speaking of that excursion。 Also the work of Philippe le Bel （built in 1307）； it is amazingly big and stubborn； and formed the opposite limit of the broken bridge； whose first arches （on the side of Avignon） alone remain to give a measure of the oc… casional volume of the Rhone。 Half an hour's walk brought me to Villeneuve； which lies away from the river； looking like a big village； half depopulated； and occupied for the most part by dogs and cats； old women and small children； these last； in general； re… markably pretty； in the manner of the children of Provence。 You pass through the place； which seems in a singular degree vague and unconscious； and come to the rounded hill on which the ruined abbey lifts its yellow walls； … the Benedictine abbey of Saint… Andre； at once a church； a monastery； and a fortress。 A large part of the crumbling enceinte disposes itself over the hill； but for the rest； all that has preserved any traceable cohesion is a considerable portion； of the citadel。 The defence of the place appears to have been intrusted largely to the huge round towers that flank the old gate； one of which； the more complete； the ancient warden （having first inducted me into his own dusky little apartment； and presented me with a great bunch of lavender） enabled me to examine in detail。 I would almost have dispensed with the privi… lege； for I think I have already mentioned that an ac… quaintance with many feudal interiors has wrought a sad confusion in my mind。 The image of the outside always remains distinct； I keep it apart from other images of the same sort； it makes a picture sufficiently ineffaceable。 But the guard…rooms； winding staircases； loop…holes； prisons； repeat themselves and intermingle； they have a wearisome family likeness。 There are always black passages and corners； and walls twenty feet thick； and there is always some high place to climb up to for the sake of a 〃magnificent〃 view。 The views； too； are apt to get muddled。 These dense gate…towers of Philippe le Bel struck me； however； as peculiarly wicked and grim。 Their capacity is of the largest； and they contain over so many devilish little dungeons； lighted by the narrowest slit in the pro… digious wall； where it comes over one with a good deal of vividness and still more horror that wretched human beings ever lay there rotting in the dark。 The dungeons of Villeneuve made a particular impression on me； … greater than any； except those of Loches； which must surely be the most grewsome in Europe。 I hasten to add that every dark hole at Villeneuve is called a dungeon； and I believe it is well established that in this manner； in almost all old castles and towers； the sensibilities of the modern tourist are un… scrupulously played upon。 There were plenty of black holes in the Middle Ages that were not dungeons； but household receptacles of various kinds； and many a tear dropped in pity for the groaning captive has really been addressed to the spirits of the larder and the faggot…nook。 For all this； there are some very bad corners in the towers of Villeneuve； so that I was not wide of the mark when I began to think again； as I had often thought before； of the stoutness of the human composition in the Middle Ages； and the tranquillity of nerve of people to whom the groaning captive and the blackness of a 〃living tomb〃 were familiar ideas； which did not at all interfere with their happiness or their sanity。 Our modern nerves； our irritable sym… pathies； our easy discomforts and fears； make one think （in some relations） less respectfully of human nature。 Unless； indeed； it be true； as I have heard it main… tained； that in the Middle Ages every one did go mad； … every one _was_ mad。 The theory that this was a period of general insanity is not altogether indefensible。
Within the old walls of its immense abbey the town of Villeneuve has built itself a rough faubourg； the fragments with which the soil was covered having been； I suppose； a quarry of material。 There are no streets； the small； shabby houses； almost hovels； straggle at random over the uneven ground。 The only im… portant feature is a convent of cloistered nuns； who have a large garden （always within the walls） behind their house； and whose doleful establishment you look down into； or down at simply； from the battlements of the citadel。 One or two of the nuns were passing in and out of the house； they wore gray robes； with a bright red cape。 I thought their situation most pro… vincial。 I came away； and wandered a little over the base of the hill； outside the walls。 Small white stones cropped through the grass； over which low olive…trees were scattered。 The afternoon had a yellow bright… ness。 I sat down under one of the little trees； on the grass； … the delicate gray branches were not much above my head； … and rested； and looked at Avignon across the Rhone。 It was very soft； very still and pleasant； though I am not sure it was all I once should have expected of that combination of elements： an old city wall for a background； a canopy of olives； and； for a couch； the soil of Provence。
When I came back to Avignon the twilight was already thick； but I walked up to the Rocher des Doms。 Here I again had the benefit of that amiable moon which had already lighted up for me so many romantic scenes。 She was full； and she rose over the Rhone； and made it look in the distance like a silver serpent。 I remember saying to myself at this mo… ment； that it would be a beautiful evening to walk round the walls of Avignon； … the remarkable walls； which challenge comparison with those of Carcassonne and Aigues…Mortes； and which it was my duty； as an observer of the picturesque； to examine with some at… tention。 Presenting themselves to that silver sheen； they could not fail to be impressive。 So； at least； I said to myself； but； unfortunately； I did not believe what I said。 It is a melancholy fact that the walls of Avignon had never impressed me at all； and I had never taken the trouble to make the circuit。 They are continuous and complete； but for some mysterious reason they fail of their effect。 This is partly because they are very low； in some places almost absurdly so； being buried in new accumulations of soil； and by the filling in of the moat up to their middle。 Then they have been too well tended； they not only look at present very new； but look as if they had never been old。 The fact that their extent is very much greater makes them more of a curiosity than those of Carcas… sonne； but this is exactly； as the same time； what is fatal to their pictorial unity。 With their thirty…seven towers and seven gates they lose themselves too much to make a picture that
