The sun was charming the branches had that soft shivering of May, which seems to proceed rather from the nests than from the wind. The two decrepit leaves which barred it were ornamented with an old rusty knocker. In the meadow before the door lay three harrows, through which, in disorder, grew all the flowers of May. A severe façade rose above this door a wall, perpendicular to the façade, almost touched the door, and flanked it with an abrupt right angle. The wayfarer struck into this.Īfter traversing a hundred paces, skirting a wall of the fifteenth century, surmounted by a pointed gable, with bricks set in contrast, he found himself before a large door of arched stone, with a rectilinear impost, in the sombre style of Louis XIV., flanked by two flat medallions. At one corner of the inn, beside a pool in which a flotilla of ducks was navigating, a badly paved path plunged into the bushes. A young girl was weeding in a field, where a huge yellow poster, probably of some outside spectacle, such as a parish festival, was fluttering in the wind. On the right, close to the road, was an inn, with a four-wheeled cart at the door, a large bundle of hop-poles, a plough, a heap of dried brushwood near a flourishing hedge, lime smoking in a square hole, and a ladder suspended along an old penthouse with straw partitions. The clump of sparsely planted but very green trees, which fills the valley on one side of the road, is dispersed over the meadows on the other, and disappears gracefully and as in order in the direction of Braine-l’Alleud. Échabeau, Private Café.Ī quarter of a league further on, he arrived at the bottom of a little valley, where there is water which passes beneath an arch made through the embankment of the road.

4, a public house, bearing on its front this sign: At the Four Winds (Aux Quatre Vents). He had just left behind a wood upon an eminence and at the angle of the crossroad, by the side of a sort of mouldy gibbet bearing the inscription Ancient Barrier No. In the west he perceived the slate-roofed tower of Braine-l’Alleud, which has the form of a reversed vase. He had passed Lillois and Bois-Seigneur-Isaac. He was pursuing a broad paved road, which undulated between two rows of trees, over the hills which succeed each other, raise the road and let it fall again, and produce something in the nature of enormous waves. Last year (1861), on a beautiful May morning, a traveller, the person who is telling this story, was coming from Nivelles, and directing his course towards La Hulpe.

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