One night time we went to the celebrated Jardin Mabille, but only staid a tiny although. We stood at a very little length and adjusted from a person level of observation to one more and gazed long at its lofty sq. towers and its abundant entrance, clustered thick with stony, mutilated saints who had been searching calmly down from their perches for ages. The portals of the wonderful western front are bisected by sq. pillars.