At the end of the afternoon, the gray sky is colored with warm hues that warm the granite cliffs pierced with caves. The foam also reflects touches of gold. We are near the tomb of Almanzor: "From the top of the cliff, Lady Yseult awaits the return of Almanzor, lord of Lauvergnac, who left with Saint Louis for the eighth crusade. Waiting for her beloved, she watches the horizon. But the Crusader's boat is engulfed by the storm, his corpse runs aground1