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182
Saturday, June 30, 1928

could easily "fall" for me - and so on.  It was rather fine for a change to dance and play – and I did play up to his remarks.  He mentioned coming to Juan-les-Pins if Nem (the girl) won't marry him.  I'm sure she won't but I'm doubtful about Juan.  I could have a damn good time with him – if mother would let me.  Nothing serious - just fun.

At St Jean I got two darling letters from Bob - - - and [[strikethrough]] the [[strikethrough]] when they were written he did love me.  I hope so he did when I got them.... I loved him – I do now – so much.

Saturday, Aug. 2.

At 8:30 A.M.  Irma and Alvie and Beademeyer enter the [[?charabave]]!  Beademeyer is all dressed for travelling with his leash, his neck-tie, and his red-beret, which slops a bit over one ear.  Irma and Alvie having arrived home at 2 A.M. are sleepy.  In the [[?charabave]] are a youth who has a dire Oedipus complex, and a bourgoise trench couple loaded down with maps.  Chocolate at a marvelous little terraced restaurant.  On to St. Jean-Pied-de-Port, an old, dirty city for lunch.  Then tea at Mauleon, where the insane man danced in the street.  Finally to Orleon to the 12th-13th century church whose door was superb.  The trip was interesting from the point of view of seeing the little towns and people.  On and on and then 


183
Sunday, July 1, 1928

a cold, damp, heavy rain and wind – and waiting at railroad crossings half-an-hour before the train came.  Eventually he Eaux-Bonnes, in a wet and freezing condition, to find an 1890 hotel, full of 1890 bourgoise people, 1890 music, and no hot water.

Sunday, Aug. 3

Into the [[?charabave]] at 8:30 again!  Up and up and up along a beautiful mountain drive, pucuated along the sides by numerous water-falls.  Down again to Lourdes.  The place was most inconsistent.  Along the streets charabancs and lucases and stores chuck full of rosaries and statues of the virgin show how much a business it all is.  The hideous basilica and oranate church show how dramatic it is.  And down at the Grotto where the walls are lined with crutches and [[?ox-tos]], where hopelessly ill and crippled people pray with believing souls, one senses the tragedy of the city.....  The very German museum.  On to [[Cautiez]] for the night.  [[?Cautiez]] is not a bad, and not an attractive place deep down in the mountains.  Anita de Caro was there – quite thin and [[?]] in appearance.  She and Clement have separated!