Concarneau is empty. Friday, November 7th. c is full of tide and storm Southwest is rattling the boats in the harbor. The clock light of the old town, seen above the walls, marks eleven five. Quai of Aiguillon, there is no light. The wind rushes through the streets, where we see some pieces of paper speed through low to the sol. Everyone is asleep. Everything is closed. Only the three windows of the hotel of the Admiral, at the corner of the square and wharf are still lit . Из серии: Le Livre de Poche Policier
2003.