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id: 19587
author: Janvier, Thomas A. (Thomas Allibone)
title: The Christmas Kalends of Provence And Some Other Provençal Festivals
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  I have scandalized Misè, and to-morrow I shall have to listen to a lecture, he said; and in a moment continued: It is not easy to make our Provençaux realize how closely we are linked to older peoples and to older times. In old times, the Vidame explained, it was the general custom for children to make this pretty offering--that the birds of heaven, finding themselves so served, might descend in clouds to the feast prepared for them by Christian bounty.


id: 20891
author: Hughes, John
title: Itinerary of Provence and the Rhone Made During the Year 1819
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sentence: 1860
flesch: 57
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  [Footnote 17: Je me réjouis, avec M. de Grignan, de la beauté de sa terrasse; s'il en est content, les ducs de Genes, ses grands pères, l'auraient été; son gout est meilleur que celui de ce temps-là; On dit qu'elle avoit quelquefois des hauteurs, que sur les plaintes de la superieure, Mad. de Maintenon alla un jour exprès pour tâcher de lui inculquer des sentimens plus conformes a l'humilité religieuse; que lui ayant voulu insinuer qu'elle n'étoit pas ce qu'elle croyoit, elle lui repondit, 'Si cela n'étoit pas, Madame, vous ne prendriez pas la peine de venir me le dire!'


id: 46035
author: Marshall, Archibald
title: A Spring Walk in Provence
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  It was that little old town, which the golfer coming up from Mentone only skirts on his way to the links, that had remained in my memory, even more than the unusual charm of the links and the excellence of the greens. Turn to the right when you reach the corner, and you are still in the atmosphere of the Côte d'Azur, although you are fifteen miles inland from Mentone; turn to the left and you are in southern provincial France, in a street of little shops and little _cafés_ and _buvettes_, and pick your way amongst a crowd of peasants and townspeople, buying and selling, talking of their crops and their commerce, and as little concerned with what is going on half a mile away as if they had never seen a mashie or a putter, and none of them had ever shouldered a bag of clubs for a curiously-garbed curiously-spoken foreigner.


id: 8819
author: Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
title: In Troubadour-Land: A Ramble in Provence and Languedoc
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sentence: 3890
flesch: 75
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  Is it because other people have suffered from a hot sun, and that the hot sun reproduces year after year the same phenomenon, that the fable of little men, pixies, gnomes, brownies, fairies, leprechauns is to be found everywhere? The city of Arles has on several occasions had the culpable condescension of giving up the tombs of its ancestors to the princes and great men of the world.


# ent

id: 8819
sid: 701
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type: ORG
entity:
  lorsque le train présidentiel est arrivé en gare, et le défilé à la détrempe était pitieux à voir dans _le gargouillement et la transsudation de ce dégorgement cataractal_


