– “There in the clouds tonight purples and blues very beautiful, is not it, my companion, he said to my father, a blue floral especially more than air, a blue cineraria, which surprises in the sky. And this little pink cloud has he not also a dyed flower, carnation or hydrangea? There is little in the Channel between Normandy and Brittany, I could make comments on the richest kind of vegetable in the atmosphere. There, near Balbec, near these wild places, there is a small bay with a charming sweetness where the sunset from the Pays d’Auge, the sunset red and gold that I am far from despising, d Indeed, no character is, insignificant, but in this humid fresh bloom at night and in moments of heavenly flowers, blue and pink, which are incomparable and often take hours to fade. Other leaves are falling right now and it is then even more beautiful to see the whole sky that strews the dispersion of countless petals sulfur or roses. In this bay, known as opal, golden beaches seem sweeter still to be attached like blondes Andromeda these terrible rocks of the coast adjacent to the shoreline funeral, celebrated by so many shipwrecks, where every winter many boats pass away at the peril of the sea Balbec! the oldest geological backbone of our soil, really Ar-mor, the sea, the end of the earth, the region cursed Anatole France, a charming-that should read our little friend, so well painted, in its eternal fogs as the true country of the Cimmerians in the Odyssey. Balbec especially, where hotels are already built, superimposed on the ancient and beautiful land they do not change, what a delight of hikers throw in these primitive regions and so beautiful. “

– “Ah! do you know someone Balbec? said my father. Just this little fellow has to spend two months with his grandmother and maybe with my wife. “