He also wrote down the date, the time of day and the weather, before he drove on. Though there was some indication of the formal origin in these verbal notes-that a stripe of color was associated with a field, a sunlit wall, a distant hill-he drew nothing. Twice he stopped and noted down particularly pleasing conjunctions of tone and depth-parallel stripes of watercolor with penciled notes of amplification in his neat hand. He took at once to the quiet landscapes, orcharded and harvested, precise and pollarded, self-concentrated, exhaling a spent fertility. That had allowed an enjoyable meander over the remaining distance a distant view of the spectacular spired dream of Mont-Saint-Michel, strolls around Saint-Malo and Dinan, then south in the splendid early September weather and through the new countryside. D AVID ARRIVED at Coëtminais the afternoon after the one he had landed at Cherbourg and driven down to Avranches, where he had spent the intervening Tuesday night.
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