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Concarno [[Concarneau]] - Sunday - July 21

Dear Beach Haven - 

Greetings from the other shore— We're not out on it this morning, because its gray, and I've just washed my hair and am sitting drying it in my gray & blue flannel wrapper—  May goes out for the mail, and I hope will shortly return with my home letters—  We have the mail always on Sunday, and there is a small market, and the little shops, they are all little and none busy, are open, but for all this there is a distinctly Sunday feeling—  The people are all Roman Catholics, and there is Mass three or four times a day—  You meet the women in the streets in fresh coiffs, with their prayer-books in their hands, and in the afternoon and evening there is more than the usual amount even of slow promenading on the beach, and the Quays and Digues—

Madame Valdenaire has come home from Paris, and is in a fury because one Louise has ruined her 'torchons' - (dish-towels - and Ms Conant is much troubled - but Mme V. got us Louise and 


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had unloaded, and the men were taking refreshment from chunks of bread cut from an enormous round loaf, and a bottle of water handed around.  Later on I suppose they visited the 'Debit [[Débit]] de boisson' and got something stronger.

Last night we had another little festivity at the Amsden and Bishop studio (see map)
They have a piano, and we danced, and had a jolly time by the light of a few candles.  Amsden is a nice fellow from Boston, called 'the hero', because he jumped in the water last summer and saved a mans life.  Bishop is a little English lad a great friend of Florence Esté's.  Mr Hoeber has part of A Harrisons studio, and is the jovial and lively one who keeps everything going.    We have set up Tuesday for our evening at home, and hope to receive in future.  You should have seen Mr Lasar last evening trying to dance.  He wears a long grey jersey, which accents his very long body, and tiny legs, and feet.  He had had his little hair cut, all apparently but one lock which stood straight up on top.  First Miss Conant tried him, and then Mr Hoeber and when Miss Conant began him, he straightened himself up and said desperately - "Well which arm shall I grab you with?"  He could keep on going round and round but the reversing, literally staggered him.  And Mr Hoeber shrieked "Dont pull so, I'll come round!"

Do you realize that I've written twice this week and now I must go to some of the other people I owe to.  May did'nt get any letters— but theyll come this afternoon or tomorrow for sure.