"Do you know Arles?
It is a place of pure beauty.

I have seen, in the cloister, doves resting on the shoulders of statues, and I have seen the little gray lizards warming themselves in the sun on the tombs.

The tombs are now in two rows on the road that leads to the church.

They are formed like cisterns, and serve as beds for the poor at night.

One night, when I was walking among them, I met a good old woman who was placing dried herbs in the tomb of an old maid who had died on her wedding-day.