Brittany Boats

Our artist lingered long and often round the harbor at Concarneau—and no wonder! To right and left, before him and behind him, lay the ingredients of innumerable pictures in a smiling repose. The blue bay, gleaming like a mirror—the fluttering sails of light reds, yellows and greens—the brightly painted hulls of the boats—the protecting sky. All he had to do was to arrange them into a charming picture and call it Brittany Boats—which he did, and with most marked success on this occasion.