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He would pick up with a few strokes of his brush the falling sun ray or the passing cloud, leaving aside the false and conventional. I saw him seize a sparkling downpour of light on the white cliff and fix it in a shower of yellow tones, which made the effect of this fleeting and blinding marvel seem strangely astonishing
Guy de Maupassant on Monet painting "The Cliff at Fecamp", 1881

A couple of hours drive from Bombay, a forgotten palace in the evening

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