THE MONTAGNES DES MAURES. 



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was so partial. Beyond a tongue of land the Esterel 

 suddenly appears again. The Moritagnes des Maures 

 come down close to the coast; the woods reach the sea. 

 More and more exuberantly beautiful 

 do they become as we approach. The 

 Tree Heath (Fig. p. 175) with its masses 

 of white flowers shines forth from 

 among' the Evergreen Oaks and Mari- 

 time Pines. Everywhere the Arbutus 

 (Fig. p. 37) spreads out its Laurel-lilsie 

 leaves. Dark Ivy climbs aloft on the 

 trunks, and luxuriant Clematis trails its 

 bright festoons of -leaves from tree to 

 tree. This lovely scene tempts us to 

 break our journe^• here: we alight at 

 La Gaillarde and set out on foot. We 

 follow the shore. The Maritime Pine 

 almost dips its roots into the waves: often 

 it bends over the v\'ater as though to 

 look at its reflected image in the glitter- 



ing surface. 



The 



borde 



WZ. \iV^ Avith silver\ foam and the land «ith its 



^ly§ ,\\fe -, evergreen fringe. Rugged rocks crop out 



0O^\\^rr&F. O" the beach and iut forth far into the 



V^S^\i£^J deep. The Esterel is quite close to us. It 



' ^ •nW'/..'/' sho\A's the same richly varied outline which 



riiis range 



we admired so from Antibes 



of mountains is so limited in area that 



-- the same heights give character to the 



outline from the east and from the west. 



