. La Côte d'Émeraude. s the tomb of Chateaubriand. On the right a succession of sandy beaches fringedwith houses stretch by Parame towards the long, darkmass of the Pointe de la Varde, projecting like theprow of a titanic vessel into the Channel. On the leftthe still larger and longer mass of Cap Frehel thrustsout its level outline. Between are a series of beachesand headlands, commencing with the green hills andvaried houses of Dinard. Scattered over the sea infront is St. Malos vanguard of rocks and islets whichwe threaded on approaching. Peering over the ramparts from the town arenumerous a
. La Côte d'Émeraude. s the tomb of Chateaubriand. On the right a succession of sandy beaches fringedwith houses stretch by Parame towards the long, darkmass of the Pointe de la Varde, projecting like theprow of a titanic vessel into the Channel. On the leftthe still larger and longer mass of Cap Frehel thrustsout its level outline. Between are a series of beachesand headlands, commencing with the green hills andvaried houses of Dinard. Scattered over the sea infront is St. Malos vanguard of rocks and islets whichwe threaded on approaching. Peering over the ramparts from the town arenumerous apartments of all sorts and sizes, profuselylabelled to let, one of which was for some timeappropriately occupied by my bookmate, the had suggested Dinard, but he so evidently thoughtit a bad joke that I said no more ; when I went to seehim I understood. For I found him, his wife, anddaughter—artists all of them—in a little suite ofpanelled rooms, a huge old chimneypiece in one, 6 FROM MY WINDOWS, ST. MALO. St. Malo another a sort of gallery, walled on one side with theirsketches, and on the other with four broad, continuouswindows, from which Sketch 2 was taken. Itshows the statue of Jacques Cartier holding the tillerof La Petite Hermine on the left, the Fort de la Citein the middle-distance, and Dinard in the their snug eyrie they could watch the crowdedand varied life upon the sands, the transformationswrought by the rising and the sinking tide, the endlesschanges of light and hue upon the far-stretched sea,gleaming intensely blue, shot with every prismatictint, shadowed to purple and blackness by the storm,or to infinite neutral tones by fleecy clouds, lit to goldand silver by sunrise and moonlight, paved with fire bythe dying day. The only break in the tour of the town is atthe Castle, which forms the southern and smallestside of the irregular pentagon of the enceinte. It isnow a barracks, but I believe St. Malo cherishesthe hope that, followi
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