Memoirs of Mde Blowitz . single line was the reply to this letter: My soul is irremediably lost. In the summer of 1881 I paid a visit to an old friendwho was living at Petites Dalles, on the Normandy was struck by the picturesqueness of this little portwhen seen from the coast of St. Martin. It is one ofthose poetical landscapes which one sees on the Riviera,along the Comiche, between Nice and San Remo. Myfriend, to whom I expressed my admiration of the view,said to me: Why do you not build here a temporary refuge whereyou may fiad repose amid the ceaseless agitation ofyour existence?
Memoirs of Mde Blowitz . single line was the reply to this letter: My soul is irremediably lost. In the summer of 1881 I paid a visit to an old friendwho was living at Petites Dalles, on the Normandy was struck by the picturesqueness of this little portwhen seen from the coast of St. Martin. It is one ofthose poetical landscapes which one sees on the Riviera,along the Comiche, between Nice and San Remo. Myfriend, to whom I expressed my admiration of the view,said to me: Why do you not build here a temporary refuge whereyou may fiad repose amid the ceaseless agitation ofyour existence? We were promenading at the time in the single streetof the village which leads from the valley to the looked up at the cliff on my left and said to my friend: If I can buy that little plateau there on the edge ofthe cliff, with the clump of beeches behind it, I will doso, and build a house there for my old days. My friend was delighted at the idea, and as I wasleaving that very evening, he promised to investigate.
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