Gautier, Théophile, 1811-1872 -- Travel -- Spain; Spain -- Description and travel; Spain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century
Opposite Tarifa, a little town whose chalky walls rise on the
summit of a precipitous hill, behind a small island of the same
name, Europe and Africa approach nearer, and seem desirous to kiss
each other in token of alliance. The straits are so narrow that you
see both continents at the same time. It is impossible, when you
are here, not to believe that the Mediterranean was, at no very
remote epoch, an isolated sea, an inland lake, like the Caspian Sea
and the Dead Sea. The spectacle before us was one of marvellous
magnificence. To the left was Europe, and to the right Africa,
with their rocky coasts, clothed by distance in light lilac and
shot-coloured tints, like those of a double-woofed cloth; before us
was the boundless horizon, continually increasing; above us, the
turquoise-coloured sky; and below, a sea of sapphire so limpid that
we could distinguish the whole hull of our vessel, as well as the
keels of the smaller craft which passed near us, and which appeared
rather to be flying in the air, than floating in the water. All
around us was one mass of light, the only sombre tint perceptible
for twenty leagues in every direction, being the long wreaths
of thick smoke which we left behind us. The steamer is truly a
northern invention; its fires, which are always fiercely glowing,
its boiler in a state of constant ebullition, its chimney which
will eventually blacken the sky with its soot, are in admirable
keeping with the fogs and mists of the north. Amidst the splendid
scenery of the south, however, it is a blot. All nature was gay;
large sea-birds grazed the surface of the waves with the tips
of their pinions; tunny-fish, doradoes, and fish of every other
description, all glittering, shining, and sparkling, leaped up and
performed a thousand quaint antics as they sported on the top of
the water; sail succeeded sail every moment, as white and swelling
as the bosom of a Nereid would be, could we see her rise above the
billows. The coasts were tinged with all kinds of fantastic hues;
their folds, precipices, and gaps produced the most marvellous and
unexpected effects in the sunshine, and formed a panorama that
was incessantly changing. About four o'clock we were in sight of
Gibraltar, waiting for the health officers to be kind enough to
come and take our papers with a pair of tongs, and see that we
had not brought in our pockets some yellow fever, blue cholera, or
black plague.
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