The Havre Port has just awakened. The tide is not high enough for the ship to dock at the seaport quay. Hours go dully by. The gangway is set up. The privileged visitors allowed to go on board bustle forth.
Stairways succeed long corridors with uniform doors.
I see a steward. And hurry if you want to join her. She is going to disembark soon. These Americans do not understand why I am in such a hurry. Eventually I find myself outside cabin 264.