CAP MARTIN. 



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his pyramid 



reminded me 



very much 



of a sea eagle that I once saw 



l^erched on a soUtar^' crag by the 



shore at Antibes. He, too, sat 



long and patienth' gazing into 



tlie water, without even moving his 



head, then suddenh* swooped down like 



an arrow into the sea and soared up 



again to the clouds with a fish in liis 



talons. 



The hotel at Cap Martin towers 

 above the trees of the wood. To the 

 south we look out over the open sea : 

 to the north, above the arched domes of 

 the wood, we comrnaud a view of the 

 whole of the mountain chain that shelters 

 this strip of coast. These might\- mountains 

 are ranged in line from Mt. Agel in the west 

 to the Berceau in the east. The loftiest limestone 

 giants are in the middle, piercing the blue sky with 



