Just about to come over the sand dune’s crest is a barefoot young woman, her hair in wisps about her face, wearing a voile cotton dress with leg of mutton sleeves, still in fashion at end of the 19th-century. She’s part of the dream embodied in the picture’s title. Scented by overhanging pines, a cottage of weathered wood, a frills-free existence by the sea. Perhaps a dream of the artist. Some dreams never get old. Share this with someone.