The High School MagazineMontreal, Canada . to the upper rooms. There w as an old churchfrom which a side road led to the street. Thereall the peasants used to worship on Sunday,dressed in their best apparel. At the end ofthe street was a slope leading to the wharfwhere several ferries were always waiting totake you across to the mainland. This morn-ing we retraced our steps through the tow n andwhen we had again crossed the drawbridge,we walked down past the harbour in whichthere were numbers of fishing smacks withpretty patched sails, and the nets drying inthe wind, ready to be mended. We str
The High School MagazineMontreal, Canada . to the upper rooms. There w as an old churchfrom which a side road led to the street. Thereall the peasants used to worship on Sunday,dressed in their best apparel. At the end ofthe street was a slope leading to the wharfwhere several ferries were always waiting totake you across to the mainland. This morn-ing we retraced our steps through the tow n andwhen we had again crossed the drawbridge,we walked down past the harbour in whichthere were numbers of fishing smacks withpretty patched sails, and the nets drying inthe wind, ready to be mended. We strolled along by the sea but althoughit was so bright and sparkling we were espec-ially interested in w atching the women w ash-ing their clothes on the rocks in a streamw hich ran into the bay. and the men repairingtheir nets. At length after passing several fish factories,and further on. hotels and other houses, wearrived at the beach where we were to were the rows of little bath-houses,with the tiny waves lapping on the brown. Le Lavage du Linge. sands in front of them, and out in the baybeyond were the fishing boats with theirmany coloured sails. Such a picturesquescene had attracted many artists, and thebeach w as tented with easels. Now. however,we scarcely noticed them, for in less than notime we were splashing in the water. So this w as the Bay of Biscay, w hich I had always heard was so rough. It was not roughthen; no. it was wonderfully warm, calm andbuoyant. We coaxed and teased to stay inlonger, but at last we had to come out. an-^by the time we were dressed we had to hurrdto be in time for dejeuner.
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