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VI

I mean that play. Then going home from the Louvre up town to our palacial abode we walked up the Champs Élysée in the twilight it was stunning all crowded with people of every description from the swelliest swells of Paris with their pairs to the lowest kind of human beings. We saw two African negros with their native caps and shirts and modern trousers on; they looked rather ridiculous, I can tell you. Red fez. Black faces. black shirt and [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] light grey tight trousers all wrinkled about their legs. 

Then there are old swells bobbing up and down on horseback and cab drivers snapping their whip and more ladies maids with more children and more dogs and soldiers with various coloured costumes, some on horse back and some on foot, some very swell and some very cheap and dirty with a bad cigarette or pipe in their mouth. All doing just as they like and no one thinking any thing of it.

That is the one charm about Paris you can do as you like and nothing is said providing your likes dont run to stealing or defacing public property; then you could do as you like for some years. I fancy I see you now trying to desipher [[decipher]] these hieroglyphics, I really dont think you will be able to read one quarter of the trash I write and