I had put the landlord on his mettle, and he gave us a fry of little red mullet, which made us understand how tasteless whitebait are: then a plain beefsteak _aux pommes_, a morsel of cheese, and a sweet omelette.

We both agreed that we had had a most excellent breakfast.

The coffee left a good deal to be desired, and there was no champagne on the list fit to drink; but both these faults could be remedied by the morrow, and were remedied.
We spent the rest of the day wandering between the seashore and the pine-clad hills.

The next morning I put in some work, but in the afternoon I was free to walk and explore.

On one of my first tramps I discovered a monastery among the hills hundreds of feet above the sea, built and governed by an Italian monk.