The first step is to have the fluid analyzed5 by a celebrity6, and its medicinal qualities duly set forth7 in a certificate. The second is to get official recognition from the government and the authorization8 to erect9 a bath house. Once these preliminaries accomplished10, the way lies plain before the fortunate village; every citizen, from the mayor down to the humblest laborer11, devotes himself to solving the all-important problem how to attract strangers to the place and keep and amuse them when they have been secured.
Multicolored pamphlets detailing the local attractions are mailed to the four corners of the earth, and brilliant chromos of the village, with groups of peasants in the foreground, wearing picturesque12 costumes, are posted in every available railway station and booking-office, regardless of the fact that no costumes have been known in the neighborhood for half a century, except those provided by the hotel proprietors14 for their housemaids. A national dress, however, has a fine effect in the advertisement, and gives a local color to the scene. What, for instance, would Athens be without that superb individual in national get-up whom one is sure to see before the hotel on alighting from the omnibus? I am convinced that he has given as much pleasure as the Acropolis to most travellers; the knowledge that the hotel proprietors share the expenses of his keep and toilet cannot dispel15 the charm of those scarlet16 embroideries17 and glittering arms.
After preparing their trap, the wily inhabitants of a new watering-place have only to sit down and await events. The first people to appear on the scene are, naturally, the English, some hidden natural law compelling that race to wander forever in inexpensive by-ways and serve as pioneers for other nations. No matter how new or inaccessible18 the spring, you are sure to find a small colony of Britons installed in the half-finished hotels, reading week-old editions of the Times, and grumbling19 over the increase in prices since the year before.
As soon as the first stray Britons have developed into an “English colony,” the municipality consider themselves authorized20 to construct a casino and open avenues, which are soon bordered by young trees and younger villas21. In the wake of the English come invalids22 of other nationalities. If a wandering “crowned head” can be secured for a season, a great step is gained, as that will attract the real paying public and the Americans, who as a general thing are the last to appear on the scene.
At this stage of its evolution, the “city fathers” build a theatre in connection with their casino, and (persuading the government to wink23 at their evasion24 of the gambling25 laws) add games of chance to the other temptations of the place.
There is no better example of the way a spring can be developed by clever handling, and satisfactory results obtained from advertising26 and judicious27 expenditure28, than Aix-les-Bains, which twenty years ago was but a tiny mountain village, and to-day ranks among the wealthiest and most brilliant eaux in Europe. In this case, it is true, they had tradition to fall back on, for Aquæ Gratinæ was already a favorite watering-place in the year 30 B.C., when Cæsar took the cure.
There is little doubt in my mind that when the Roman Emperor first arrived he found a colony of spinsters and retired29 army officers (from recently conquered Britain) living around this spring in popinæ (which are supposed to have corresponded to our modern boarding-house), wearing waterproof30 togas and common-sense cothurni, with double cork31 soles.
The wife of another Cæsar fled hither in 1814. The little inn where she passed a summer in the company of her one-eyed lover—while the fate of her husband and son was being decided32 at Vienna and Waterloo—is still standing33, and serves as the annex34 of a vast new hotel.
The way in which a watering-place is “run” abroad, where tourists are regarded as godsends, to be cherished, spoiled, and despoiled35, is amusingly different from the manner of our village populations when summer visitors (whom they look upon as natural enemies) appear on the scene. Abroad the entire town, together with the surrounding villages, hamlets, and farmhouses36, rack their brains and devote their time to inventing new amusements for the visitor, and original ways of enticing37 the gold from his pocket—for, mind you, on both continents the object is the same. In Europe the rural Machiavellis have had time to learn that smiling faces and picturesque surroundings are half the battle.
Another point which is perfectly38 understood abroad is that a cure must be largely mental; that in consequence boredom39
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