Chanson Douce

"The wind begins to blow in the evening, a sea wind, in which she can almost taste salt and utopias. She falls asleep there, on a deckchair, with a shawl covering her like a thin blanket. The cold dawn wakes her and she nearly cries out at the spectacle of the new day. A pure, simple, obvious beauty."

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Chanson Douce (translated from the French as The Perfect Nanny), p. 68
By Leïla Slimani
Published 2016 by Penguin Books