img Strange Teas, Dinners, Weddings and Fetes  /  Chapter 6 IN THE BOIS DE BOULOGNE. | 50.00%
Download App
Reading History

Chapter 6 IN THE BOIS DE BOULOGNE.

Word Count: 1368    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

hough my parents were American, I grew up quite like a Fre

n there every day by our bonne and allowed to play to our hearts' content. Some of you have probably b

the play of some of the French children and discovered games new and strange to you. All this became very familiar to us and I often think of th

are not other children near by whom they can ask to join them. This is done as much for the sake of showing politeness as to increa

n Maillard," tag, marbles, all these we also played; but

chosen for the wolf, and while he withdrew a short distance the othe

can play this music (mp

-nous dan

e le loup

alk in t

wolf is

No, I'm dressing." This goes on for some time, the wolf prolonging the agony as much as possible, and stopping to get his hat, his cane, or cigar, but finally making a rush with,

rls, was, "Sur le Pont d'Avignon." We

can play this music (mp

pont d'

nse, on

pont d'

se, tout

s font c

encore c

people dance in a ring, the la

action to words; then "Les couturières font comme ?a-the dressmakers do this way." Ever

her of the s

can play this music (mp

ous plante

ode, à

s planter

de, de c

lantent ave

ode, à

ntent avec

de, de c

plantent a

ode, à

antent av

de, de c

s formed around La Marguerite, who was supposed to be a beautiful princess waiting to

can play this music (mp

t la Mar

q

q

q

la Marg

son che

st dans s

q

q

q

dans so

son che

the tower; that is, the ring was made smaller an

more used there then here; and to skip the rope gracefu

pon with admiration. New developments constantly took place with the skipping-rope or "corde à sa

here was always sure to be a great number of both grown people and children thereabout. But there were retired nooks wh

e bread which forms the regulation lunch of most French children. Sometimes we amused ourselves in gathering the res

e of the main avenues and on the other descended abruptly into a ravine called La Fosse. It was a great pla

marked out on the side of the smooth sandy path and usually near a bench where would be sitting our bonnes or whoever was taking care of us. Paths were traced and bordered with

e them in some secluded spot hoping to find them again the next day; but we never did, for Paris is the neatest

remember how many a time we helped poor peasant children pick up stra

rying baskets filled with acacia-blossoms wh

ooty as they could carry away with them. We followed their example and that evening we had the addition of some delicious fritters to our

de Boulogne and if any of you girls and boys who r

Download App
icon APP STORE
icon GOOGLE PLAY