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around here seem to be full of old people Paris attracting all the younger ones. The first morning we got up at four o'clock and made a sketch each - It took me two or three days to get into the different way of considering landscapes - One day last week I was working in a small quaint street - An old kind motherly woman stopped, and I saw she wanted to talk with me. We became friends - She had a boy who died at twenty-two who in this rough village was all the time painting
We were invited to see his works - We entered a small house - Two rooms of large fire places, the walls covered with paintings by the poor fellow.
He had real talent - died ten years ago, but to the mother it was as yesterday
I pitied her - and was sorry to think of the hopeless struggle of the young painter - We gradually became friends with the rikerty [[rickety?]] old man and woman and am often reminded of Holland