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WHEN THE SKY is very clear over Ambleteuse, you can see Dover's cliffs over the Channel. But when the fog rolls in off the ocean every night, there is one hour of limbo when no one can see anything. The fog comes in with the high tide, which is often with the dusk...

Author: By Amanda Bennett, | Title: Bombs and Le Bon Dieu | 2/16/1974 | See Source »

...When the fog comes in, the men in the bistro at the foot of the hill open the door wide so that any evening stragglers can see the wide swathe of light cast onto the fog. The men already there order another Pernod and wait. Their wives will not close the shutters or put out dinner until the fog breaks. The priest in the chapel rings the angelus against the swing of the tide, a tinny sound amid the din. He waits for the fog to lift so the people in the town, carrying their flashlights through the streets...

Author: By Amanda Bennett, | Title: Bombs and Le Bon Dieu | 2/16/1974 | See Source »

...picking up stones and shells from the beach on the way. He mumbled a little, but he seemed quieter and his anger subsided away from the roar of the waves and the people on the beach. At sunset, though, I heard the tide turn, and I thought of the fog. I looked around and he was gone...

Author: By Amanda Bennett, | Title: Bombs and Le Bon Dieu | 2/16/1974 | See Source »

...garden or in the tiny woods alongside us. I climbed to the top of the house and out onto the widows' walk. The house is built into a cliff and it dominates the town: We can see for miles around us, into the town and onto the beach. The fog was creeping in. Already the ocean, the beach and the seawall were covered in fog. He has gone to find those people from the beach, I thought, and panicked. The tide comes in in the evening with an incredible speed and Francois can barely walk along the slippery rocks down...

Author: By Amanda Bennett, | Title: Bombs and Le Bon Dieu | 2/16/1974 | See Source »

When Jean-Luc took the car, the headlamps blinked out in the fog about ten feet from where I stood. Jean-Luc would drive out onto the beach and perhaps the light would do him some little good there. I thought of all the places Francois could...

Author: By Amanda Bennett, | Title: Bombs and Le Bon Dieu | 2/16/1974 | See Source »

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