The Font-de-Gaume Cave


What a sight again when, the day drawing to its close, the tourist, with his head teeming with animal scenes and with the reds, browns and blacks which adorn them, perceives, on his way back, the dazzling lights of the setting sun lingering now on a corbelling, now on some of the tiny apertures opening in the high walls and from which, as Chateaubriand put it for other places, some black and glossy-winged rooks sometimes happen to shoot, glazed with red by the last gleams of daylight.