When Arsene Lupin finished his meal, and he drew from his pocket a handsome cigarette ringed with gold and examined it with complacency, the cell door opened. He only had time to throw it in the drawer and move away … Read More
It is not worthy for a tourist to not know the banks of the Seine, and to not notice, going from the ruins of Jumièges to the ruins of St. Wandrille, the strange little castle Malaquis, so proudly camped on … Read More
A strange trip! It started so well though, under happiest auspices. Provence is a fast, comfortable transatlantic, controlled by the most affable men. The most select society was there. Relationships are formed, entertainment were organized. We had the pleasant sensation … Read More
