The day before yesterday, in the evening, Dinu Tatarescu came to pick us up. It was raining. We ate and slept at their apartment in Parly II. The next day we drove to Honfleur. The rain had stopped, but the sky was overcast. We visited Honfleur, then drove on. All those famous towns and beaches which I hadn't seen .... As usual, I find myself living in another time. Impossible to be more precise. The villas we pass remind me .... No, they don't remind me, but they "press" me more and more into that time which I can't identify ....
In the evening, on the highway to Paris, the rain begins again, falling harder and more stubbornly. Fortunately, I could continue my dream ....
-- Mircea Eliade Journal 26 August 1979
