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Even modest, dirty little brick houses had impressive names. Mr Boughton at this time enjoyed a great popularity - but London was dark and depressing to my American youth - and I was not sorry on Tuesday November 18th 1873 to sail from Dover for Calais. Now, I think my real Art life begins. All that has gone before is but a preamble to it.

"Brick" Pomeroy and I came on to Paris that same evening and lodged modestly at the Grand Hotel. This sounds like a very extravagant beginning but for strangers, and beginners who did not speak the language it is best to go to a place where they are accustomed to foreigners. The next day however we went down to the Hotel de Normandie in the rue St Honoré. At this time the Avenue de l'Opera had not been