An hour later the cold woke us up, and we started homeward without any fear of losing our way this time.

We were on the coast facing France, and Palay was on our left.

It was here, the day before, that we had discovered the grotto we admired so much.

It did not take us long to find others, higher and deeper even than the first one.
They always opened through large, pointed arches which were either upright or inclined, their bold columns supporting enormous pieces of rock.

Black, veined with purple, fiery red, or brown streaked with white, these beautiful grottoes displayed for their visitors the infinite variety of their shapes and colouring, their graces and their grand caprices.