It is a tiny village, or rather a hamlet,
Built upon the slope of a long range of hills,
Whence the eye may wander far across the neighboring plains.^
The Seine, at the foot of the mountains which are washed by its
waves,
Beholds twenty islets rise from the bosom of its waters,
Which, dividing its flow in diverse manners,
Form twenty rivers from a single stream.
All its banks are covered with wildling willows
And with walnut trees often scourged by the passer-by....