This picture looks so Victorian and yet very splendid to me; reminding me of tales by G.K. Chesterton, like the below:

“The sea was a pale elfin green and the afternoon had already
felt the fairy touch of evening as a young woman with dark hair, dressed in a
crinkly copper-coloured sort of dress of the artistic order, was walking rather
listlessly along the parade of Pebblewick-on-Sea, trailing a parasol and
looking out upon the sea's horizon. She had a reason for looking instinctively
out at the sea-line; a reason that many young women have had in the history of
the world. But there was no sail in sight. 

On the beach below the parade were a succession of small crowds, surrounding the usual orators of the seaside…”

- The Flying Inn, by G.K. Chesterton