The belle époque, the long summer garden party of the Edwardian afternoon, when there was a lightness in the air, when “the fruit was ripe and we were eating it”; all that was a class-based, wishful misremembering across the chasm of 1914–18.
—Lisa Tickner, The Spectacle of Women: Imagery of the Suffrage Campaign, 1907–14
In retrospect it may seem a belle époque, but no époque is altogether ...
