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Updated: June 13, 2025

Quite near, two sailors were seated, with their arms about each other's shoulders. They also were looking at the moonlight, and one of them was singing to it: "Te souviens-tu, Marie, De notre enfance aux champs? "Te souviens-tu? Le temps que je regrette C'est le temps qui n'est plus." On our return to Villerville we found that the charm of the place, for us, was a broken one.

Anna Bowman Dodd - In and out of Three Normady Inns