Sunday Morning, in the White Russian Village near the Border Between the USSR and Manchuria

<Seven Places in Salzburg and Berchtesgarden. Arranged accoring to the Seven Days of the Week>: Sunday: Going to Church near Berchtesgarden

<Seven Places in Salzburg and Berchtesgarden. Arranged accoring to the Seven Days of the Week>: Wednesday: Footpath on the Mönchsberg near Salzburg

<Seven Places in Salzburg and Berchtesgarden. Arranged accoring to the Seven Days of the Week>: Friday: Meadow before Aigen near Salzburg

Barter trade at the morning market with villagers bringing the riches of the mountain and the sea

Parliamentary Scenes 7: The elector’s family We arrived in Paris just this morning and straight away said to ourselves: Let's find our Deputy, he’ll show us the interior of the Pantheon, and of the Invalides, and of the Royal Palace, and of the Well of Grenelle..

Parliamentary Scenes 7: The elector’s family We arrived in Paris just this morning and straight away said to ourselves: Let's find our Deputy, he’ll show us the interior of the Pantheon, and of the Invalides, and of the Royal Palace, and of the Well of Grenelle..

NEWS 278: － Yes, missis Fribochon, there was, three weeks ago, a veru big earth tremor in Bordeaux, and no later than the day before yesterday, between midnight and three in the morning I felt jolts in my bed that weren't natural... mister Potard, the herbalist, explained this Phenomenon to me... he claims that it's owing to the government that allows too much digging up of the land in California and that it'll end up by playing a dirty trick on all of us in the Batignolles..

BOHEMIANS OF PARIS 9: SPONGER: Let's see! a first class wedding at Véry's! forward with the white gloves, I shall greet the bride as a friend of the groom... and the groom; as an acquaintance of the bride!

PASTORALS 34: -－Will you shut up with your Cock-a doodle-doos...there's no point in coming to the country to sleep peacefully, －I'm woken everyday at three o'clock in the morning... I slept better in Paris, even when my wife was alive!..

THE BACHELOR'S DAY 5: 11 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING: Mr. Coquelet wishing to offer a bouquet of violets to Miss Palissandre, reproaches himself for his prodigality; and washing his handkerchief with his own hands, clears his conscience by means of this economy

(Left) The little village on the far mountainside was already out of sight, and spring was coming around again. The grape trees were like large ailing snakes creeping under the coping stones of the wall. A brown light moved about in the tepid air. The void created by the selfsame every day is likely to chop down even the young trees that were left behind. In this everyday life, a thicket of trees protrudes like a boulder. (Right) The village I lived in has never been thought of as so small. The sun showed itself. The tall poplar forest looks like a beach being blown about by the wind. I grow dizzy just watching that seamless succession. If I can manage to get drunk on this succession of unchanging days, I can also grow to feel like I have taken down an elephant or snake. He differentiated things in this way, like a fluttering butterfly