That Sunday--it was a scorching hot Sunday in July at the time of the yearly competitions for the department--there was a great open-air festival held in the ancient amphitheatre of Aps in Provence. All the town was there--the weavers from the New Road, the aristocrats of the Calade quarter, and some people even came all the way from Beaucaire. “Fifty thousand persons at the lowest estimate,” said the _Forum_ in its account the next day; but then we must allow for Provençal puffing.…
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