She kissed the cheeks of the comte d'Avaux and he kissed hers. Jacques and Jean-Baptiste escorted her up the plank and then, as the kaag began to drift down the canal, busied themselves storing her luggage away in the small cabin d'Avaux had procured for her. Eliza meanwhile stood at the kaag 's railing, along with many other passengers, and enjoyed the view of Amsterdam's canal-front. When you were on dry land in that city you could never slow down, never stop moving, and so it was strange and relaxing to be so close to it, yet so still and placid – like a low-flying angel spying on the doings of men.