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Since our arrival in Andalusia I have watched faithfully for even a simple example of the far-famed Andalusians, but as yet, only one good looking girl has shown up and she is surely a  yankee.

The southern Spaniards are certainly not handsome. And as for costumes, not as simple fine one has as yet been seen outside of gipsy camps or the treasure vaults of the cathedrals.

But my special quest has already been bountifully found. The Fine Arts of early Moorish and Spanish creation. We have been delighted hour after hour, and day after day, with collections both private and public of extreme interest. Of course, their is much rubbish but Spain can still delight the sympathetic lover of natural beauty of landscape, of architecture, of sculpture, of wood carving, pottery, glazes, metal work, painting, weaving and textile fabrics of many sorts. Yesterday our party went out to a nearby suburb called Italica, and dropped a tear over the birthplace of Hadrian--the real art lover of the Roman Empire. Tomorrow we start for Cordova.

Tom and Coleman beg to be remembered along with me in greetings to yourself and family.

Always faithfully
Freer

P.S. I ordered mail and telegrams if any, sent to Madrid, so I have had no word from America [[strikethrough]] and expect [[/strikethrough]] since leaving Capri, and expect none until we reach Madrid on the 30th inst.