Fishermen’s Holiday

“Home is the sailor, home from the sea.” Even his ships, whose sails are drying in the sun, display a sort of Sabbath quietude, and their halls rest side by side in orderly array. Yet the Breton color is as lively as ever—there is no subduing that. The fishing boats remain green and pink, even on holidays, the bay becomes bluer than before, and the village, in its smiling repose, retains all its delicious tones of tawny reds and yellows. The fishermen are holding a pictorial holiday, and we and the artist are duly grateful.