There, can be found the tomb of Chateaubriand; that white spot cut in the rock is the place he has designated for his body.
We went there one evening when the tide was low and the sun setting in the west.

The water was still trickling over the sand.

At the foot of the island, the dripping sea-weed spread out like the hair of antique women over a tomb.
The island is deserted; sparse grass grows in spots, mingled here and there with tufts of purple flowers and nettles.

On the summit is a dilapidated casemate, with a courtyard enclosed by crumbling walls.
Beneath this ruin, and half-way up the hill, is a space about ten feet square, in the middle of which rises a granite slab surmounted by a Latin cross.

The tomb comprises three pieces: one for the socle, one for the slab, and another for the cross.
Chateaubriand will rest beneath it, with his head turned towards the sea; in this grave, built on a rock, his immortality will be like his life--deserted and surrounded by tempests.