THE SOUTH OF FRANCE found a cellar with Spaniards drinking wine out of bottles with long spouts. They held the spouts to their lips, opened their throats, and down went the wine. We ordered a bottle of wine and some glasses. The Pole and the South American drank out of the bottles. The French, who were entering Spain, drank to the health of the Spaniards, and the Spaniards who were about to enter France, drank to the health of the French* We drank to every- body's health, including our own, and the Customs House Officers. We then descended the other side of the mountain and entered Port Bou. The cafes were filled. The Spanish men wore black hats and smoked cigars. When they saw me they screamed, " Inglesel Inglesel " This, I realized, was regrettable, but could not be helped. The Spaniards had little fans, which they flapped all the time. We found a restaurant and ordered a large lunch with a litre of Spanish wine. It cost us a good deal of money, as we had to change our francs into pesetas. The wine was so strong that even five of us dared not finish the bottle, which we left only three-quarters empty. -After .lunch.-we .visited the fete. There were re- gattas, and dances, and guitars, and what was de- scribed as pigeon-shooting. This rather horrified me as the unfortunate pigeons were tied to posts by their legs. The Spaniards shot at them. There was a whole row of pigeons and if one was wounded —they very rarely killed one outright—it flapped its wings and frightened the other birds. It was then time to return, as we had our train to catch at Cerbere. We passed the Customs, who were tactful '