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Sargent is a great, kind man, and when I return to London shall resume my visits to his studio. 

My room is very finely situated, between Collerossis, Whistlers, and Delecures schools, a half a mile from Juliens; and one mile from the Lourve [[Louvre]]. It is just on the out skirts of the Latin Quarter. The only difference is that our neighborhood is cleaner, and better in buildings. I did think it was the Latin Quarter. It is as you know on that side of the river.

Mornings I go across the road and get a cup of chocolat, and roll. Fine Chocolate

At noon I eat in any [[strikethrough]] ret [[/strikethrough]] restaurant I happen to be near and at night always go to one place Called the Whispering Gallery because it is so quiet. Last Sunday I attended a church service. Held in a studio. Shall never go again. The minister has not brains enough to candidate in Brainfield. There is a [[to left side]]


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fine little chapel called St. Luke [[St. Lukes?]] which shall try next Sunday. It is conected [[connected]] with the reading room. 

The Lourve [[Louvre]] is the richest gallery of paintings I have ever seen. How provincial we are in the States. What a little place is Boston and its Museums.

In looking over my guide book I come often across pictures marked and notes written by you on your visits here. Let me add that your taste was good for all the best works were penciled. 

Don't you wish you were here know [now]]? Come over. 

Today I have written our Ambassador to obtain a letter to the Director of the Lourve [[Louvre]] in order that I may copy some special works. 

You would smile to see the interesting collection of tramps in the Lourve [[Louvre]] this cold weather