The mineral springs here are not powerful, but are useful in mild digestive disorders and the like, and afford at least a pretext for an idle summering, as springs will do, the world over.  The Establishment is large and well arranged, but getting well is no such stern and serious affair at Bagneres de Bigorre as at Bareges, and here the visitors wisely mingle their saline prescriptions in abundant infusions of pleasure.  There are drives and promenades in all directions.  The Casino offers concerts and occasional plays and operettas, and a band in the main promenade entertains regularly the listening evening saunterers.  Rightly does the town aim still to merit the praise given by Montaigne, who paid it a marked tribute in his writings: 

“He who does not bring along with him,” observes that great French essayist, “so much cheerfulness as to enjoy the pleasure of the company he will there meet, [at bath-resorts,] and of the walks and exercises to which the beauty of the places in which baths for the most part are situated invites us, will doubtless lose the best and surest part of their effect.  For this reason, I have hitherto chosen to go to those of the most pleasant situation, where there was the most convenience of lodging, provision and company,—­as the Baths of Banieres in France.”

The cheery town is large enough to take on something quite akin to a city-like air; it has a population of about 10,000, and in summer the number has its half added upon it by increase of visitors and boarders.  The hotels are praiseworthy, though making little display; and a marked attraction of the town is this wide promenade of the main street, termed the Coustous,—­so called, it is alleged, because anciently the guardians, custodes, of Bigorre used here to pace their nightly patrol.  The Coustous is doubly lined with arching trees, and has seats and a wide path along the centre; the carriage-ways enclose this, and shops and cafes line the outer walks.  A few squares away, another similar promenade broadens out, likewise vivified with trees and shops and booths.  Facing this is the bath-establishment before mentioned, and beyond, in grounds of its own, the Kursaal or Casino.  Cropping up among the houses, stout buildings older than the rest tell of the days when Bagneres was a “goodly inclosed town,” the inhabitants of which had a hard time of it against the depredations of Lourdes and Mauvoisin and its other robber neighbors.

For we are among old times again at Bigorre, and many spots in the vicinity are rife with Middle-Age incidents of robbing and righting.  This region was the plague-spot of the country for its freebooting fortresses,—­Lourdes, Mauvoisin, Trigalet, with their adventurers always ready for a fracas,—­the strongholds, as has been said, of those logicians who

          “kept to the good old plan
  That those should take who have the power,
    And those should keep who can,”