_July 29th._--We drove out this evening to Belle Vue. It was a fine
evening. We saw a man standing before his door watering some boxes full
of mushrooms. At Belle Vue we went through a house where we had a very
fine view of Paris, the Seine and St. Cloud. We looked at a vineyard;
there were no grapes on the vines there. We heard that the bad season
had injured them.[39]