then we thought of a place of mine, situated between Lisieux and Pont-L'Eveque, in the greenest of green Normandy; it had formerly belonged to my mother, and I had passed several summers there with her in my childhood, though I had never gone back to it since her death.
eta Normandia berdean, Lisieux eta Pontl'Evêque-ren arteko etxaldea gogoratu genuen; nire amaren aspaldiko etxaldea, non haurtzaroko zenbait udaldi emanak nituen, amaren heriotzaz geroztik bertaratu ez banintzen ere.