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Paris. Oct.11.84

My Darling Emmie,

I dont expect you to answer all these letters but I wrote them just to let you know where we were, and also because I wanted to. I hope they wont bore you and I trust they wont. We arrived this a.m. and drove down to the school and saw one of the fellows  the others have not come back yet. Mr. White it was whom we met and he directed us to a hotel which is much frequented by the American Students; there being no less than seven before we came; though most of them are away now in the country. When he got through at school he came around and we went out for a stroll and some lunch. We went in to see some pictures that are on exhibition among them was that Spanish Marriage that I had a photo of and that one of the girl sitting on the box with the platter in her lap. “Salome”

They were perfectly beautiful. I could spend a whole week looking at them but Ralph had a head ache and so we went out and came back to the hotel. 

Paris is much pleasanter than London but it seems so queer not to be able to make yourself understood. We have to point to the things on the bill of fare which is rather an amusing way of ordering our dinner. Dont you think? London is a dingy old hole and you never can buy what you want. The tailors

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dont fit as the American ones do and the shoes dont fit and altogether I was disgusted with the British they are so slow. Paris is much better though I have seen places I like better than Paris except the artistic part. I have just had an interview with the fellow who has charge of the rooms at the hotel as to what time the dinner was served. It was very funny: first he tried to tell me in words and then with signs and finally by sticking up 6 fingers and then crossing one which I suppose means 6.30 

We are only up six flights, it is great exercise getting up here as they have no elevators.

America is the place for convenience there is nothing like it over here. We are ahead of them in everything but art that I have seen so far. The railroad accommodations are wretched as far as the cars go and the engines have no cab so the poor engineer has to stand in the cold or rain as the case may be. As I have often said the longer I stay away from you the more I think of you until it is about the only thing I do think of. This time it is more than ever so write me a nice long letter about yourself. I dare say you wont mention yourself now in the next six months