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[[preprinted]] April   FRIDAY, 18   1902.[[/preprinted]]

  Prado all day. I've certainly landed in the right place for me. 
  Evening in. 
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casional peasant blanketed and under a large sombrero, leaning on his staff tending sheep or goats and a restless dog beside him.
  Soon some villages with a few trees and much brillancy and heat as the sun was getting well up. A few more hills and we'd slid onto Madrids plateaux and reached the city at 7.08
A great deal of foolish hustle and a few fights among the drivers much trouble with a trunk carraiage and started for the 3 pesetas place dirty and ignorant and could not get the idea that I wanted a room. Went at once to Dolores 19 Calle Mayor, got a room for 7 pesetas a day. Till the
 
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[[preprinted]] April  SATURDAY, 19   1902.[[/preprinted]]

Morning at Prado and in Botanical Garden before it, the Prado opened Prado in the afternoon Some Titian's there that show how he could paint they are more painterish than a nervous Whistler wonderful.
Ordered a large canvas price 26 pesatas for the Velasque of the girl with a handkerchief.
  Tried to absorb a little Spanish from Senorita. 
  Been here three days & it [[double underlined]] seems three minutes. [[/underlined]]

fellows come down. The city the sombreros, the language air or something makes me think of the South West U.S. Perchance a memory of me childhood near the Rio Grande. Something it is at any rate that makes me feel that Ive been here before