At a certain point, as I went downward, turning many acute angles, the moon disappeared behind the hill; and I pursued my way in great darkness, until another turning shot me without preparation into St. Germain de Calberte. The place was asleep and silent, and buried in opaque night. Only from a single open door, some lamplight escaped upon the road to show me I was come among men's habitations. The two last gossips of the evening, still talking by a garden wall, directed me to the inn. The landlady was getting her chicks to bed; the fire was already out, and had, not without grumbling, to be rekindled; half an hour later, and I must have gone supperless to roost.[4]
^Castle, Alan (2007). "Stage 11 – Gare de Cassagnas to Saint-Germain-de-Calberte". The Robert Louis Stevenson Trail (2nd ed.). Cicerone. pp. 164–170. ISBN978-1-85284-511-7.