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Title: First impressions of Europe
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Bailey, Joseph Whitman, 1865-1932
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Publisher: New York, The Grafton press
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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nd exhibits the usual embel-lishment of broken bottles. The wall-building pro-pensity seems here carried to an extreme. Pleasantgardened villas and singularly exuberant vegetationcompletely cover Torquays steep slopes, while the busi-ness section extends compactly along the underlyingharbor front. The coast scenery thereabouts is soothingand delightful, especially at Anstey Cove, a rugged nook,closed in by precipitous sea-sculptured cliffs, pink andgray in coloring. Our one break in travels constant routine was theweek we spent at Le Chalet, the residence of our friendsin Torquay, a pretty terraced estate, which commandsextensive and picturesque views of all Tor Bay, wherebeautiful yachts, one with bright green sails, ride atanchor, and vicious little torpedo-boats dart swiftlyhither and thither like black scorpions. As it was re-gatta week, pyrotechnic displays of wonderful bril-liancy appeared from the lawn at night. Great crowdsfollow the regattas, which completely alter the aspect
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Torquay and Vicinity 81 of these coast towns, and are held successively in manyplaces. Booths, merry-go-rounds, side-shows worthyof a Barnum, all hastily erected, display flags and col-ored bunting, while buildings and squares gayly sparklewith electric lights and Chinese lanterns. When notstirred up by regattas Devon people pass the idle hourmuch as we do. Croquet seems in vogue; also bridge-whist, and that seductive provoker of gossip and in-digestion, the five oclock tea. Small steamers ascend the famous estuary of theDart, twelve miles in length, to where that little riverdisembogues, just below the ancient village of Totnes.The estuary affords the best scenery of its kind in Eng-land; and a few enthusiasts call it, rather ambitiously,the English Rhine. In places fine forest covers theslopes, extending so closely to the water that the widespreading foliage is gently tide-kissed. The regattawas in progress at Dartmouth, and after our steamerhad returned down the estuary, we partook

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