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The AM - Art office to see about my ticket - took a little photo of May's portrait of me - but the polite clerks said they feared it would'nt do but in the mean time gave me an ouvriers ticket which is good until the 15—  So I went in for nothing - to the huge place. Those huge buildings gardens, fountains, large trees in bloom planted and flourishing in a weeks time, lawns and trailing branches looking as if they had been there fifty years - hinged Victories and R.F's poised on the summit of glittering domes.  The tour Eiffel towering over everything but the dazzling white clouds 

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and down in the Place in front of us the Garde horses, were showing off - afraid of noise and showers of light. This we thoght [[thought]] would be a good time to make our way throgh [[through]] the crowd, and see something else. We did, and had a terrible time stifling the screeches of surprise and rapture that surged up in our buzzems [[bosoms]]—  We walked down that long esplanade under the great arching trees, all their delicate lacy green branches filled with round orange-colored lanterns—  On our right was the river and bridges, one of them entirely roofed over with these same 

Transcription Notes:
* ouvriers ticket = workers ticket