‘An old park was at one side, with chestnuts, ash, trembling…

‘An old park was at one side, with
chestnuts, ash, trembling poplars — and everywhere was the penetrating fragrance
of the lindens. It was so sweet and loosening under the shade, after the long
hot day in the train. Under the trees I was seized with a great longing for the
beautiful and calm, the memories of peace, love, and the
“arts of peace”. And in a half-dream I looked up at the
heavens and could no longer think of limbless, sightless men, of
starving, frightened children, of black-robed women, of lonely deaths, of
munition-factories.

What is this
world we are in?’

Early fall 1917 in Nancy, Lorraine, France – American
lady journalist, doing some relief work in the war devastated regions of France
My Lorraine Journal – Early fall 1917, walking in Nancy.