The Street of Our Lady of the Fields, Chapter 3

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​⁠The Luxembourg was a blaze of flowers. He walked slowly through the long avenues of trees, past mossy marbles and old-time columns, and threading the grove by the bronze lion, came upon the tree-crowned terrace above the fountain. Below lay the basin shining in the sunlight. Flowering almonds encircled the terrace, and, in a greater spiral, groves of chestnuts wound in and out and down among the m