Le Bois-de-Cise: inspiration 
"... An hour later, again by the tortuous path of the cliff, I approached the town of Ault. At a bend in the trail I found myself suddenly in a wheat field on the top of the cliff and we were trying to harvest. My field was delicious, very small, very steep, bordered by hedges and bearing at its summit the ocean. You imagine you do that? Twenty rods of land based and ocean posed above. On the ground floor of the reapers, gleaners, good quiet peasants occupied their wheat sheaf on the first floor of the sea and on the very top roof, a dozen fishing boats at anchor and casting their nets. Although most striking in my opinion, nothing more philosophical than the furrows under these waves, these jets in these marine harvest in this fishery. Singular chance that superimposed to each other, to dream the way, the laborers of the land and the peasants of the sea "Letters and Drawings of Victor Hugo de Picardie
"... An hour later, again by the tortuous path of the cliff, I approached the town of Ault. At a bend in the trail I found myself suddenly in a wheat field on the top of the cliff and we were trying to harvest. My field was delicious, very small, very steep, bordered by hedges and bearing at its summit the ocean. You imagine you do that? Twenty rods of land based and ocean posed above. On the ground floor of the reapers, gleaners, good quiet peasants occupied their wheat sheaf on the first floor of the sea and on the very top roof, a dozen fishing boats at anchor and casting their nets. Although most striking in my opinion, nothing more philosophical than the furrows under these waves, these jets in these marine harvest in this fishery. Singular chance that superimposed to each other, to dream the way, the laborers of the land and the peasants of the sea "Letters and Drawings of Victor Hugo de Picardie 
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