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My first trip abroad.

One June the twelfth we left on the steamer's tender for Boulogne at six o'clock A. M. after having been roused for breakfast at four thirty A.M.

Spending two hours straightening out our luggage at the Custom house, trying the patience sorely, but having four hours till the Folkstone boat left for London and still feeling energetic wandered off to explore.  The first thing that caught our eyes were some picturesque fishing boats, busy with their fish.  Strolling a little further into the town, we saw the Bristol Hotel which looked inviting, so went in, to have some more breakfast.  

Revived by our nourishment, we took a cab, up through the old gates of Boulogne to the Cathedral.  The streets were even steeper than [[strikethrough] the [/strikethrough]] in Newburgh.  On entering the Cathedral, we were struck by the feeling of chilliness of the interior.  The ceiling was supposed to represent the sky, with clouds and angels.  The rest was just the conventional Catholic church.  While we were there a school of little girls entered with their teachers to worship.  Leaving, we drove to the Casino which