country. Its narrow streets, overhung with elaborate jutting cornices and bulging balconies, were so sheltered that a shower of rain could scarcely
moisten a narrow strip in the middle of the stony pavement. The beautiful old wooden consoles, used to support the balconies, are a joy to behold. One house in every five seemed to be adorned with a bit of ironwork of incontestable antiquity.
And that touch as unmistakably Spanish as the click of a castanet, the carved stone escutcheon, is to be found in a dozen spots. The old Spanish Renaissance church, distinguished from a distance by its vast buttressed walls and its finely detailed tower, was a fascination inside. Dark and ominous, the smoky heights of its vaults were filled with the blue haze of incense. Its air of solemnity was marred by the scamperings and exaggerated whisperings of a dozen ragged children who were fishing under chairs for candle remnants, hiding behind confession coops and grimacing behind the backs of passing ecclesiastics. High up on the stony roof of the huge dismal dungeon in which Charles V kept his lunatic mother, one has a supèrb view of the seacoast, far up into France — but this is not a guide book.
Climatically, the Basque seacoast is as near all year round perfection as you can hope to find anywhere. Tennis and golf flourish at all times. No more restful place could be chosen for a
vacation — but this distinctly is not a real estate sales letter.
SARE
SUMMER
OVERDOOR PANEL IN ORIENTAL GALLERY OF CHAUNCEY McCORMICK, CHICAGO. ILL. ANTHONY DE FRANCISCI, SCULPTOR — PHILIP L. GOODWIN. ARCHITECT
moisten a narrow strip in the middle of the stony pavement. The beautiful old wooden consoles, used to support the balconies, are a joy to behold. One house in every five seemed to be adorned with a bit of ironwork of incontestable antiquity.
And that touch as unmistakably Spanish as the click of a castanet, the carved stone escutcheon, is to be found in a dozen spots. The old Spanish Renaissance church, distinguished from a distance by its vast buttressed walls and its finely detailed tower, was a fascination inside. Dark and ominous, the smoky heights of its vaults were filled with the blue haze of incense. Its air of solemnity was marred by the scamperings and exaggerated whisperings of a dozen ragged children who were fishing under chairs for candle remnants, hiding behind confession coops and grimacing behind the backs of passing ecclesiastics. High up on the stony roof of the huge dismal dungeon in which Charles V kept his lunatic mother, one has a supèrb view of the seacoast, far up into France — but this is not a guide book.
Climatically, the Basque seacoast is as near all year round perfection as you can hope to find anywhere. Tennis and golf flourish at all times. No more restful place could be chosen for a
vacation — but this distinctly is not a real estate sales letter.
SARE
SUMMER
OVERDOOR PANEL IN ORIENTAL GALLERY OF CHAUNCEY McCORMICK, CHICAGO. ILL. ANTHONY DE FRANCISCI, SCULPTOR — PHILIP L. GOODWIN. ARCHITECT