CHAPTER 5.XXXV.
——How we went underground to come to the Temple of the Holy Bottle, and how Chinon is the oldest city in the world.
We went underground through a plastered vault, on which was coarsely painted a dance of women and satyrs waiting on old Silenus, who was grinning o' horseback on his ass. This made me say to Pantagruel, that this entry put me in mind of the painted cellar in the oldest city in the world, where such paintings are to be seen, and in as cool a place.
