Be better than the present one for such a purpose? I had hear

F antiquity, dirt and dilapidation. But the fresh green trees lining
the
quay looked bright and youthful; a contrast with the ancient grey
walls that formed their background. Vessels were loading and
unloading, people hurried to and fro; many had evidently come down to
see the boat in, and not a few were unmistakably
English. Here and there in the grey walls were the grand imposing
gateways of the town. Above the walls rose the quaint houses, roof
above roof, gable beside gable, tier beyond tier. At the end of the
quay the old Castle brought the scene to a fine conclusion. It was
built by Anne of Brittany, and dates from the sixteenth century. One
of its
towers bears the singular motto or inscription: _Qui qu'en grogne,
ainsi sera, c'est mon plaisir_: which seems to suggest that the
illustrious lady owned a determined will
and purpose. It is now turned i