400 BEAULIEU. 



Great masses of dead Grasswrack lie heaped up 

 on the shore in the bay of Beaulieu. The waves now 

 beat hirionsly on this bank ol weed* dashing it up into 

 tlie air. The water looked as black as ink far out into 

 the ba\'. Fanc\' might paint such a sea in Hades with 

 its waves breaking on tlie gloomy shores of shadow-land. 

 The old Olive trees on the shore, with their weirdh' 

 contorted trunks and boughs, would be in keeping with 

 this idea: and the painter Hoellenbrueghel could not ha\'e 

 wished for an\'thing more fantastic. Formerh- Beaulieu 

 could boast of its ancient Olive trees, but has now sac- 

 rificed them to the builder. Two of the largest existing 

 trees, one measuring o^'er six Awards in circumference, 

 can be seen at (lie turn ol the road in Iront of the 

 1 1(")tel Beam-ivage. 



The stretch of land between Beaulieu and Eza is 

 called "Petite Afrique". It is certainh' the \varmest spot 

 on the western Riviera, and ]3robabl\' the \\'armest along 

 the whole coast from the south of Spain to the Gulf of 

 Salerno. 



CHAPTER X., 



At the Cap d'^Vntibes, my fa^'ourite resort, Ilcrr 

 A. Sella, tor man\' years the manager of the Grand IL'itcl. 

 greeted me with the information that the house had no\\- 

 come into his possession, lie took o^■er at the same 

 time, not only the ground around the IIc)tel but also the 

 adjoining park that had hitlierto belonged to the Kng- 

 lish family Close, but which now, as "Park Sella", would 

 be open to the visitors at the hotel. The Grand Hotel 



