At a bend in the road I experienced, suddenly, that special pleasure, which bore no resemblance to any other, when I caught sight of the twin steeples of Martinville, on which the setting sun was playing, while the movement of the carriage and the windings of the road seemed to keep them continually changing their position; and then of a third steeple, that of Vieuxvicq, which, although separated from them by a hill and a valley, and rising from rather higher ground in the distance, appeared none the less to be standing by their side.
Bidearen bihurgune batean, plazer berezi hori, beste ezeinekin parekaezina, nabaritu nuen tupustean, Martinvilleko bi kanpandorreak begiztatu nituenean, arrastiriko eguzki-argitan blai eta gure ibilgailuaren higiduraz eta bidearen sigi-sagaz ustez ezen etengabe lekuz aldatzen ari zirela, eta ondoren Vieuxvicq-ekoa, beste bietatik muino eta ibar banaz banatua, ordoki baten gainean, urrunago, baina, halere, guztiz hurbil zirudiela.