But when morning comes, they are led back to a place in the city where they shed all their ferocity which, at night, is so great."[6] Barring the disappearance of this four-legged police which at one time devoured M.du Mollet, the existence of which is confirmed by a contemporaneous text, the exterior of things has changed but little, no doubt, and even the civilized people living in Saint-Malo admit that it is very much behind the times.
The only picture we noticed in the church is a large canvas that represents the battle of Lepante and is dedicated to Notre-Dame des Victoires, who can be seen floating above the clouds.

In the foreground, all Christianity, together with crowned kings and princesses, is kneeling.

The two armies can be seen in the background.

The Turks are being hurled into the sea and the Christians stretch their arms towards heaven.
The church is ugly, has no ornamentation, and looks almost like a Protestant house of worship.

I noticed very few votive offerings, a fact that struck me as being rather peculiar in this place of sea perils.
There are no flowers nor candles in the chapels, no bleeding hearts nor bedecked Virgin, nothing, in fact, of all that which causes M.Michelet to wax indignant.
Opposite the ramparts, at a stone's throw from the city, rises the little island of Grand-Bay.