A blue sea, some palms with their heads bound up, some hedges of cactus and aloes; some thickets of high rose-laurel, a long marble terrace shining in the sun, huge groups of geraniums not yet frost-bitten, a low white house with green shutters and wooden balconies, a châlet roof and a classical colonnade, these all--together with some entangled shrubberies, an orange orchard, and an olive wood--made up a place which was known on the French Riviera as La Jacquemerille. What the name had meant originally nobody knew or everybody had forgotten. What La Jacquemerille had been in the beginning of time--whether a woman, a plant, a saint, a ship, a game, a shrine, or only a caprice--was not known…
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