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F. Berkeley (Frank Berkeley) Smith
Frank Berkeley Smith was an American author and artist, known for his travel writing and depictions of European life. One of his most notable works is "A Village of Vagabonds," which humorously portrays the experiences of expatriates in a small French village. Smith's style blends vivid descriptions with light-hearted storytelling, offering readers a window into early 20th-century France. He also wrote "How Paris Amuses Itself," reflecting his fascination with Parisian culture and his ability to capture the essence of the places he explored.
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CHAPTER ONE THE HOUSE BY THE MARSH It was in fat Madame Fontaine's little café at Bar la Rose, that Norman village by the sea, that I announced my decision. It being market-day the café was noisy with peasants, and the crooked street without jammed with carts. Monsieur Torin, the butcher, opposite me, leaned back heavily from his glass of applejack and roared. Monsieur Pompanet, the blacksmith,...
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“Cocher, drive to the rue Falguière”—this in my best restaurant French. The man with the varnished hat shrugged his shoulders, and raised his eyebrows in doubt. He evidently had never heard of the rue Falguière. “Yes, rue Falguière, the old rue des Fourneaux,” I continued. Cabby’s face broke out into a smile. “Ah, oui, oui, le Quartier Latin.” And it was at the end of this crooked...
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