" From the aloof height of Le Paradis, St. Pierre looked not quite real, crushed to nothingness by the immensity of sea and sky around it. The narrow, twisting cobbled lanes, the steep flights of steps, the old granite houses with their gables and protruding upper stories, the bow-windowed shops and the inns with their swinging signs, the tall church tower, the long sea wall guarded by the breakwaters and the grey mass of the fort, the masts of ships sheltering within the harbor, were dwarfed to the semblance of a dream town whose fragility caught at the heart. "

― Elizabeth Goudge , Green Dolphin Street