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good water. For these there is Le 

 Faouet, Tersely we name it, loving it too 

 well, admitting all the poaching, all those 

 two-pound trout braconnes, fried in butter, 

 that you will sup off at the Croix d'Or, 

 and fail to meet their like upon the 

 morrow. For this is the very kernel of all 

 illicit fishing. Yet there are still, to quote 

 Jean Pierre, les petits eridroits. Being 

 prejudiced, perhaps, it is best to quote the 

 guide-book : *' The village is situated on 

 an eminence between the Laita or Elle 

 and the Ster-Laer-lnam, which afford 

 excellent fishing. In the Place is a large 

 covered market-place and an avenue of 

 elm-trees. The oldest part of the town 

 surrounds the parish church (fifteenth 

 century). The church tower is not in 

 the centre of the transept, but over the 

 western facade." On a moonlight night in 

 June the actual position seems immaterial. 

 The looming white tower of Faouet stands 

 dim, yet eternal, above the homes of the 

 living and the dead. The aforementioned 

 rivers south of the village are not worth 

 fishing for trout, but they hold good chub, 

 which will at times rise well to a dry-fly. 



