Ships and Forests They clothe the steep chalk cliffs with
the most delicate greens and silvers, turning in autumn to curtains of gold and red and brown which are reflected in the broken surface of the water like the polychromatic patterns in those curious toys you shake and peer into and shake again. And you must also like unassuming ships, rust-coated tramps, most of them, alas, high out of the water with thrashing screws, taking back very little to Rouen from the other side of the world. It is absorbing to the stranger to watch their course, follow- ing the channel as it zigzags between bank and bank. And you must like the right kind of yacht, the sea-going sort, refitted Thames barges, and so on. They come up the Seine from everywhere, adding one more unexpected touch to the friendly scene. On the south bank lie miles of forest and as I said,you have only to ring a bell on the quay to bring the ferry across. On the other side you can stay lost as long as you please among the trees. Steamers take you and your car to Havre from Southampton and. back in comfort during the night. As pleasant a week-end as you could devise.
ParoLEAu.
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