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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. Thursday ----------- continued 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 [[end page]] [[start page]] [[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