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218 wine at one meal than I imagined I'd care for. I actually feel myself thriving on the fare I have received in France. Never have I eaten such variety and unexpected food as in this delightful land And thus did my mind summarize what I'd heard of the scarcity of edibles in France. [[line]] To Paris on the early part of the trip we passed through Rouen/Rouen and the valley of the Seine by daylight, getting a picture of clustering red-roofed, bricked, or plastered buildings, manufacturies, and what-not, comfortably settled in a nest between the hills in view. And soldiers of the ^[[several]] Allies were always somewhere along the route. At Paris ^[[where we arrived at a late hour at the Gare St. Lazare,]] everything was in a mantle that was pitchy to a greater degree than ever was London or Liverpool. It ^[[seemed]] [[strikethrough]] was [[/strikethrough]] as awesome as a stage setting where an evil deed is about to be perpetrated [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] ^[[or any setting in which]] the figures of the drama execute crimes in the half light, moving as phantoms. Eyes actually must grow