I visited nearly the whole of Bretagne and stayed especially at Finistère. The Pointe du Raz enchanted me. I remained twelve days at Audierne, in the house of the Père Batifoulé, so big and so fat that they had been obliged to cut a piece out of the table to take in his immense abdomen. I set out every morning at ten o’clock. My butler Claude himself prepared my lunch, which he packed up very carefully in three little baskets; then climbing into the comical vehicle of the Père Batifoulé, my little boy driving, we set out for the Baie des Trépassés. Ah, that beautiful and mysterious shore, all bristling with rocks, all pale and sorrowful! The lighthouse keeper would be looking out for me and would come to meet me. Claude gave him my provisions with a thousand recommendations as to the manner of cooking the eggs, warming up the lentils, and toasting the bread. He carried off everything, then returned with two old sticks in which he had stuck nails to make them into picks and we recommenced the terrifying ascension of the Pointe du Raz, a kind of labyrinth full of disagreeable surprises; of _crevasses_ across which we had to jump, over the gaping and roaring abyss; of arches and tunnels through which we had to crawl on all fours, having overhead—touching even—a rock which had fallen there in unknown ages and was only held in equilibrium by some inexplicable phenomena. Then, all at once, the way became so narrow that it was impossible to walk straight forward; we had to turn and put our backs against the rock and advance with both arms spread out and fingers holding on to the few projections of the rock. When I think of what I did in those moments, I tremble, for I have always been and still am, subject to fits of dizziness. I went over this path along a steep precipitous rock, thirty meters high, in the midst of the infernal noise of the sea, at this place eternally furious and raging fearfully against indestructible rock. And I must have taken a mad pleasure in it, for I accomplished this journey five times in eleven days. After this challenge thrown down to reason, we descended and installed ourselves in the Baie des Trépassés. After a bath we had lunch and I painted till sunset. The first day there was nobody there. The second day a child came to look at us. The third day about ten children stood around asking for _sous_. I was foolish enough to give them some, and the following day there was a crowd of twenty or thirty boys, some of them from sixteen to eighteen years old.