“This is certainly one of the rarest sights which it has been vouchsafed
to me to admire.
“I have seen Mont Saint-Michel, that monstrous granite jewel, rise out
of the sand at sunrise.
“I have seen, in the Sahara, Lake Raianechergui, fifty kilometers long,
shining under a moon as brilliant as our sun and breathing up toward it
a white cloud, like a mist of milk.
“I have seen, in the Lipari Islands, the weird sulphur crater of the
Volcanello, a giant flower which smokes and burns, an enormous yellow
flower, opening out in the midst of the sea, whose stem is a volcano.
“But I have seen nothing more wonderful than Antibes, standing against
the Alps in the setting sun.
“And I know not how it is that memories of antiquity haunt me; verses of
Homer come into my mind; this is a city of the ancient East, a city of
the odyssey; this is Troy, although Troy was very far from the sea.”
M. Martini drew the Sarty guide-book out of his pocket and read: “This
city was originally a colony founded by the Phocians of Marseilles,
about 340 B.C. They gave it the Greek name of Antipolis, meaning
counter-city, city opposite another, because it is in fact opposite to
Nice, another colony from Marseilles.
“After the Gauls were conquered, the Romans turned Antibes into
a municipal city, its inhabitants receiving the rights of Roman
citizenship.
“We know by an epigram of Martial that at this time----”