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and Wagner, entirely without notes but with great feeling. Saturday afternoon we spent in a gondola with Meus Souier [[Monsieur]] to a few churches far apart so we went in and out for hours among the lovely canals and at home just at sunset down the grand canal and out into the lagoon opposite St Mark's and the Ducal palace. There is nothing in Venice to compare with Venice. The vistas, looking last in the late afternoon, are like the 'Celestial City' in Pilgrims Progress. "Her gates are all of orient Pearl." 
Think the Powells think us sassy little art students and hav'nt the least idea what I can do of course and that we have no business to have such positive opinions. I believe Mr Powell thinks I  am the scarlet woman because I like Rubens. But they like us all the same and are awfully nice to us.