The long promenade of La Croisette winds in a curve along the edge of the blue water. Yonder, to the right, Esterel juts out into the sea in the distance, obstructing the view and shutting out the horizon with its pretty southern outline of pointed summits, numerous and fantastic.Article continues after advertisementRemove Ads To the … Continue reading “The First Snowfall” by Guy de Maupassant