The taste was that of the little crumb of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray (because on those mornings I did not go out before church-time), when I went to say good day to her in her bedroom, my aunt Léonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of real or of lime-flower tea.
Gustu hura, igande goizetan, Combrayn (igandekari, ez bainintzen meza-ordura arte etxetik irteten), bere gelara egun on esatera joaten nintzaionean, izeba Léoniek, bere te edo ezki-ur infusioan busti ondoren, es-kaintzen zidàn madalena-zatitxoarena zen.