a little tour in france-第37节
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The door of the Museum stands ajar； and a vigilant custodian； with the usual batch of photographs on his mind； peeps out at you disapprovingly while you linger opposite； before the charming portal of Saint Trophimus； which you may look at for nothing。 When you succumb to the silent influence of his eye； and go over to visit his collection； you find yourself in a desecrated church； in which a variety of ancient objects； disinterred in Arlesian soil； have been ar… ranged without any pomp。 The best of these； I be… lieve； were found in the ruins of the theatre。 Some of the most curious of them are early Christian sar… cophagi； exactly on the pagan model； but covered with rude yet vigorously wrought images of the apostles； and with illustrations of scriptural history。 Beauty of the highest kind； either of conception or of execu… tion； is absent from most of the Roman fragments； which belong to the taste of a late period and a provincial civilization。 But a gulf divides them from the bristling little imagery of the Christian sarcophagi； in which； at the same time； one detects a vague emulation of the rich examples by which their authors were surrounded。 There is a certain element of style in all the pagan things； there is not a hint of it in the early Christian relics； among which； according to M。 Joanne； of the Guide； are to be found more fine sarcophagi than in any collection but that of St。 John Lateran。 In two or three of the Roman fragments there is a noticeable distinction； principally in a charming bust of a boy； quite perfect； with those salient eyes that one sees in certain antique busts； and to which the absence of vision in the marble mask gives a look； often very touching； as of a baffled effort to see； also in the head of a woman； found in the ruins of the theatre； who； alas！ has lost her nose； and whose noble； simple contour； barring this deficiency； recalls the great manner of the Venus of Milo。 There are various rich architectural fragments which in… dicate that that edifice was a very splendid affair。 This little Museum at Arles； in short； is the most Ro… man thing I know of； out of Rome。
XXXII。
I find that I declared one evening； in a little journal I was keeping at that time； that I was weary of writing （I was probably very sleepy）； but that it was essential I should make some note of my visit to Les Baux。 I must have gone to sleep as soon as I had recorded this necessity； for I search my small diary in vain for any account of that enchanting spot。 I have nothing but my memory to consult； … a memory which is fairly good in regard to a general impression； but is terribly infirm in the matter of details and items。 We knew in advance； my companion and I that Les Baus was a pearl of picturesqueness； for had we not read as much in the handbook of Murray； who has the testimony of an English nobleman as to its attractions？ We also knew that it lay some miles from Aries； on the crest of the Alpilles； the craggy little mountains which； as I stood on the breezy plat… form of Beaucaire； formed to my eye a charming； if somewhat remote； background to Tarascon； this as… surance having been given us by the landlady of the inn at Arles； of whom we hired a rather lumbering conveyance。 The weather was not promising； but it proved a good day for the mediaeval Pompeii； a gray； melancholy； moist； but rainless； or almost rainless day； with nothing in the sky to flout； as the poet says； the dejected and pulverized past。 The drive itself was charming； for there is an inexhaustible sweetness in the gray…green landscape of Provence。 It is never absolutely flat； and yet is never really ambitious； and is full both of entertainment and re… pose。 It is in constant undulation； and the bareness of the soil lends itself easily to outline and profile。 When I say the bareness； I mean the absence of woods and hedges。 It blooms with heath and scented shrubs and stunted olive； and the white rock shining through the scattered herbage has a brightness which answers to the brightness of the sky。 Of course it needs the sunshine； for all southern countries look a little false under the ground glass of incipient bad weather。 This was the case on the day of my pil… grimage to Les Baux。 Nevertheless； I was as glad to keep going as I was to arrive； and as I went it seemed to me that true happiness would consist in wandering through such a land on foot； on September afternoons； when one might stretch one's self on the warm ground in some shady hollow； and listen to the hum of bees and the whistle of melancholy shepherds； for in Provence the shepherds whistle to their flocks。 I saw two or three of them； in the course of this drive to Les Baux； meandering about； looking behind； and calling upon the sheep in this way to follow； which the sheep always did； very promptly； with ovine unanimity。 Nothing is more picturesque than to see a slow shepherd threading his way down one of the winding paths on a hillside； with his flock close be… hind him； necessarily expanded； yet keeping just at his heels； bending and twisting as it goes； and looking rather like the tail of a dingy comet。
About four miles from Arles； as you drive north… ward toward the Alpilles； of which Alphonse Daudet has spoken so often； and； as he might say； so in… timately； stand on a hill that overlooks the road the very considerable ruins of the abbey of Mont… majour； one of the innumerable remnants of a feudal and ecclesiastical （as well as an architectural） past that one encounters in the South of France； remnants which； it must be confessed； tend to introduce a cer… tain confusion and satiety into the passive mind of the tourist。 Montmajour； however； is very impressive and interesting； the only trouble with it is that； unless you have stopped and retumed to Arles； you see it in memory over the head of Les Baux； which is a much more absorbing picture。 A part of the mass of buildings （the monastery） dates only from the last century； and the stiff architecture of that period does not lend itself very gracefully to desolation： it looks too much as if it had been burnt down the year before。 The monastery was demolished during the Revolution； and it injures a little the effect of the very much more ancient fragments that are connected with it。 The whole place is on a great scale； it was a rich and splendid abbey。 The church； a vast basilica of the eleventh century； and of the noblest proportions； is virtually intact； I mean as regards its essentials； for the details have completely vanished。 The huge solid shell is full of expression； it looks as if it had been hollowed out by the sincerity of early faith； and it opens into a cloister as impressive as itself。 Wherever one goes； in France； one meets； looking backward a little； the spectre of the great Revolution； and one meets it always in the shape of the destruction of something beautiful and precious。 To make us forgive it at all； how much it must also have destroyed that was more hateful than itself！ Beneath the church of Montmajour is a most extra… ordinary crypt； almost as big as the edifice above it； and making a complete subterranean temple； sur… rounded with a circular gallery； or deambulatory； which expands it intervals into five square chapels。 There are other things； of which I have but a con… fused memory： a great fortified keep； a queer little primitive chapel； hollowed out of the rock； beneath these later structures； and recommended to the visitor's attention as the confessional of Saint Tro… phimus； who shares with so many worthies the glory of being the first apostle of the Gauls。 Then there is a strange； small church； of the dimmest antiquity； standing at a distance from the other buildings。 I remember that after we had let ourselves down a good many steepish places to visit crypts and con… fessionals； we walked across a field to this archaic cruciform edifice； and went thence to a point further down the road； where our carriage was awaiting us。 The chapel of the Holy Cross； as it is called； is classed among the historic monuments of France； and I read in a queer； rambling； ill…written book which I picked up at Avignon； and in which the author； M。 Louis de Lainbel； has buried a great deal of curious information on the subject of Provence； under a style inspiring little confidence； that the 〃delicieuse chapelle de Sainte…Croix〃 is a 〃veritable bijou artistique。〃 He speaks of 〃a piece of lace in stone；〃 which runs from one end of the building to the other； but of which I am obliged to confess that I have no recollection。 I retain； however； a suf… ficiently clear impression of the little superannuated temple； with its four apses and its perceptible odor of antiquity； … the odor of the eleventh century。
The ruins of Les Baux remain quite indistinguish… able； even when you are directly beneath them； at the foot of the charming little Alpilles； which mass themselves with a kind of delicate ruggedness。 Rock and ruin have been so welded together by the con… fusions of time； that as you approach it from behind … that is； from the direction of Arles … the place presents simply a general air of cragginess。 Nothing can be prettier than the crags of Provence； they are beautifully modelled； as painters say； and th
