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The Thursday Market
If the idle visitor at Marrakesh wishes to plunge back for an evening into modern life, he has merely to go to the French suburb of Gueliz. Here a little more than a mile from the main gate of Marrakesh, he may find curious colonial types, interesting drinks, and American jazz music in an indiscreet and somewhat tawdry background.
Toward The Great Atlas
We left behind the brown, towered walls of Marrakesh, the confusion of huddled flat house-tops, the Koutoubia tower, and the turquoise-tipped minaret of the Kasba mosque. As we look back, the city is swallowed up in the great green oasis of palms bathed in painful white sunlight.
Feudal Lords And Serfs
We ride on to the gate of the battered old, mud-built kasba, the feudal stronghold of the calipha. Mats are spread for us out of doors in the shade of a square tower, for sleeping in the open will be more comfortable than inside the kasba which the sun has baked all day.
Atlas Scenery
For a large part of the way from Amizmiz, at the foot of the Atlas, to the great valley of Talat N' Yaccoub, the Goundafi stronghold in the heart of the mountains, we followed up the course of the Oued Nfis.
The Forbidden Souss
The last day of our descent down the long southern slope of the Atlas, we met with the burning breezes that blow westward from the terrible Sahara through the long African summer, drying up the rivers and streams that water the broad, rich plain, and parching the earth like the hot breath from an oven.
Prisoners At Aoulouz
I am awakened in the cool fresh morning by a cup of Si Lhassen's excellent coffee, just as the sun touches the tops of the orange and almond trees, in which dozens of birds are making a delightfully discordant rivalry.
The Damsel With The Lute
The orient adores monotony as the west does variety. It enjoys hearing the same music, the same poems, delights in the same perfumes, the same colours, the same designs. Its art consists in infinite beautiful repetitions, and its poetry in subtle variations on age-old themes.
The Return
We passed a delightful day as the guests of the Sheik Assou Ben Abderrahman, an old friend of Monsieur Lapandéry. His agadir is in the midst of an upland valley in the marvellously beautiful hillslopes of the lower Atlas.
Christmas One Hundred Years Ago
Christmas one hundred years ago the Quebec Gazette was issued to its subscribers and the public without one word as to the day we celebrate. Not an advertiser calls attention to his Christmas or New Year wares. Santa Claus is completely ignored. If there was a midnight mass at the Basilica no mention is made of it.
A Good Old Times Winter in Quebec
The only real outlet from Quebec in winter in the good old times was by diligence or private sleigh along the shores of the St. Lawrence to Montreal. This involved a journey of several days duration in favorable weather, and of unknown length of time should an Easterly snowstorm prevail.
Beautiful Drives About Quebec
Nearer Quebec the St. Charles meanders through fertile and undulating country dotted with those quaint and picturesque French Canadian homesteads with their avenues of weird Normandy poplars.
Some Quebec Bird Notes
An occasional partridge of an adventurous turn of mind is seen along the cliff at the Cove Fields or on the Ste. Foye side, but his visit is usually a hurried one and he soon returns to the old home in the Gomin swamp.
Quebec - An Old Seignorial Deed
In searching through some old family papers recently I came upon a deed, a grant of land by the commissioners for the Jesuit estates in the County of Quebec, to an officer late of the 60th Rifles. It is dated the 14th of February, 1821.
When the Habitant Weds and Old Customs Still Prevail
Out of the crowd advanced, with a dancing step towards the newly-married couple, the celebrated Pelouse, the chanteur, whose word improvizations to some old French air, and his local hits, gave him great vogue at all entertainments.
Quebec - The Maid of the Mountain
It had been a long day on the Jacques Cartier River. We had run it in my canoe from far up among the mountains down into the valley where it ceases to fret and foam, and an occasional clearing on the bank indicated the pioneers' struggle for foothold on the land.
Quebec - The Maid of the Mountain - Pt. 2
About the middle of the winter that followed, a messenger from one of the hospitals came to me and said that an Indian by the name of Charlo, who was a patient in the institution, suffering from frozen feet wished to see me.
Cap Rouge the First French Colony in Canada
When Jacques Cartier came on his third voyage to Canada, as the forerunner of the ill-fated Roberval colony to follow, he chose Cap Rouge as the most desirable place of settlement. This was in 1541.
Winter Life in Quebec
The little low red cariole with its high back and great piles of rich warm furs, drawn by a tough little Canadian horse, gaily bedecked with bright ribbons and bells, is very much in evidence at all hours.
Quebec - Senator
Senator was a colored gentleman who gloried in his Southern ancestry and connexions. His profession was a varied one, that of porter, cook, waiter, and general advisor to Mr. President of the greatest R.R. on earth.
Lake St. Joseph - Its Many Charms
If the weather was sultry and oppressive when we left Quebec, we found a most refreshing change of temperature when we reached the hotel, which, by-the-bye, is within less than a minute's walk of the station.
Quebec - The Ignolee
It was formally announced in the Quebec press early last winter that on New Year's Eve an Association would take charge of the Ignolee throughout the city, and that its collection would be distributed among the poor on New Year's day. This revival of an old custom created quite a flutter of excitement throughout the city.
Quebec - A Wild Flower Garden
The great majority of our native Quebec flowering plants love the shade, moisture, and rich mould of the woods, but again there are some of the more beautiful forms that bask in the sunshine of the open fields.
Quebec - Krieghoff, the Painter
To all Quebecers there is a halo about the paintings of Krieghoff that time has never extinguished. Our love for the scenes he painted with keen eye for the picturesque, in our Canadian landscape, and in the quaint and humorous side of the French Canadian peasant life have endeared his work to us and made his name famous as the Wilkie of French Canada.
Quebec - R. J. Wickenden
Whenever the great art school of this continent is founded, Quebec will be its seat. The yearly increasing numbers of artists seeking Quebec in summer both for material for their canvasses and the repose and atmosphere of an old world city, will yet result in many of them permanently locating in Quebec and establishing schools of instruction.
Quebec - Henry W. Ranger
Twenty-five years ago, Ranger first came to Quebec for material for his brush. He was then exclusively a water colorist, but the strongest and most individual of all the men on this continent who used this metier.
Quebec - Birge Harrison, Artist
Mr. Harrison is known as the Painter of the Snows, and certainly no other man's snow pictures that we know of, possess that undefinable quality of snow instead of paint.
Quebec - Horatio Walker
Although hailing from New York and where part of the winter months are even now spent, Horatio Walker has lived so much of the last 20 years on the Island of Orleans that he has come to be regarded by his habitant neighbours as one of them.
Quebec - Mr. Dawson-Watson
Dawson-Watson who is well-known in Quebec, where for several years he plied his art both in landscape and portraiture, has recently accepted an important appointment as one of the principal instructors in the great school of painting and handicrafts at St. Louis.
Quebec - Winslow Homer
For a number of years Winslow Homer came to Quebec en route to the Tourilli Club preserves, where he and his brother had built a picturesque camp of their own on the shores of a beautiful lake. Fishing and hunting alternated with sketching or painting on Winslow's part.
Quebec - James B. Hance
I have come to look forward to the Quebec fall exhibitions of Mr. J. B. Hance's work with as much pleasurable emotion as I welcome the return of spring after a drear winter, for I am always assured of a genuine treat.
Quebec - Charles Huot
If Krieghoff has a successor in Quebec the mantel has fallen upon Charles Huot as the delineator of French-Canadian life, customs and Canadian landscape, not that there is the least similarity in their methods.
Artists Who Have Painted in Quebec
Fascio Morel, an Italian painter of miniatures, came to Quebec about sixty years ago and painted miniature portraits of our Belles and Beaux. He also gave lessons to the young ladies in Quebec in this art.
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