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Nice is truly a garden of Eden. Only the air and dullness of the weather spoils it all for me since all I've ever heard about the place is that it is balmy and heavenly. It is not. The radiator in the hotel or the "between" of the sheets of my bed are my best friends in spite of all the out-of-don setting of [[?]] palms and shrubs and greens that live for the sun. Come out old sol, aw come on!
22 [[strikethrough]]21[[/strikethrough]]st Saturday?
Feeling much stronger after repeated doses of aspirine, quinine, and gargles of Listerine. Everybody down at this treasure [[?]] seems to have a cough of some sort and upon remarking of the fact I was informed of the "Mediterranean throat."