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BROUSSA.
woods—not brushwood, but fine lofty groves of trees,—
while the town lay curling round the feet of the noble
mountain, running up the small ravines and hiding
itself in the rich deep woods, with hundreds of fine
domes of bright colours and quaint buildings, rising up
from its bosom — while more than one range of moun-
tains of most varied shape and colour, some of which were
snow-capped, bordered the plain. It sounds no finer
than many another place in description, but it is the
wonderful combination of beauty which makes Broussa
so romantically delightful, — still more, that however
much charmed one may be with the tout-ensemble, each
feature in it is still lovelier when seen in detail. As for
the town it is the most picturesque town I have ever
seen in any country: the streets wind in the most
curious way up and down very steep slopes, so well
watered that the sound of rushing water is never silent
in any part of the town, and they are all kept perfectly
clean, while they are so narrow that the houses, being
all built Avith projecting upper stories, nearly meet
overhead, giving those heavy black shadows down each
side, under the projection, which add so much to the
picturesqueness of the effect: all the houses are of
wooden framework, with high-peaked gables, so that
one might fancy oneself in a quaint Flemish or Swiss
town, were it not that each house is painted bright sky-
blue, pink, or red, and that every street is filled with
rich and gay Oriental costumes, while the overhanging
mountain, of Tyrolese grandeur andwildness, is clothed
with an eastern vegetation and luxuriance— besides that
wherever the eye looks it is met by many-domed baths
or by one of the 360 Mosques which adorn or have
adorned the town.- Grreat numbers of filatures, the
fabriques for reeling the silk for which Broussa is so
BROUSSA.
woods—not brushwood, but fine lofty groves of trees,—
while the town lay curling round the feet of the noble
mountain, running up the small ravines and hiding
itself in the rich deep woods, with hundreds of fine
domes of bright colours and quaint buildings, rising up
from its bosom — while more than one range of moun-
tains of most varied shape and colour, some of which were
snow-capped, bordered the plain. It sounds no finer
than many another place in description, but it is the
wonderful combination of beauty which makes Broussa
so romantically delightful, — still more, that however
much charmed one may be with the tout-ensemble, each
feature in it is still lovelier when seen in detail. As for
the town it is the most picturesque town I have ever
seen in any country: the streets wind in the most
curious way up and down very steep slopes, so well
watered that the sound of rushing water is never silent
in any part of the town, and they are all kept perfectly
clean, while they are so narrow that the houses, being
all built Avith projecting upper stories, nearly meet
overhead, giving those heavy black shadows down each
side, under the projection, which add so much to the
picturesqueness of the effect: all the houses are of
wooden framework, with high-peaked gables, so that
one might fancy oneself in a quaint Flemish or Swiss
town, were it not that each house is painted bright sky-
blue, pink, or red, and that every street is filled with
rich and gay Oriental costumes, while the overhanging
mountain, of Tyrolese grandeur andwildness, is clothed
with an eastern vegetation and luxuriance— besides that
wherever the eye looks it is met by many-domed baths
or by one of the 360 Mosques which adorn or have
adorned the town.- Grreat numbers of filatures, the
fabriques for reeling the silk for which Broussa is so