After lending its brilliance to the winter night, the full moon sets in the breaking dawn. Like the dot of an i, the lunar disk, bathed by a soft orange glow, hung for several seconds majestic Imperial Palace as if suspended from the mast. The savoyard flag, nearly invisible, gives away the lack of wind, to which the lake, whose surface was only disturbed by the wake of a crested grebe, owed its morning calm.
