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[[preprinted]] August Tuesday,12 1902. [[/preprinted]] It's really tiresome this 3.30 A.M. business but Maria and I both appeared cheerful and bright. The city was funny in the cold white dawn. Lots of room in the train so we got all fixed and I shacked some coffee. Its been a day of changes so to speak. Cerbere ^[[[[underlined]] Customs [[/underlined]]]] noon got a box of grub. Changed again at Narbonne, Avignon and at midnight changed for the Paris Rapide ^[[at Lyons]]. It wasn't so rapide either and filled with soldiers coming home from China or Japan but they are good natured & let me fill up the car with my baggage. Stopped at a small place long enough for one of these [[underlined]] damned [[/underlined]] continental breakfasts which is a near nothing as is possible. Paris ten thirty Maria went to 36 St. Sulpice and I to 19 Rue du Cherche Midi. Lunch Went to Aldens & met Mr. & Mrs. Shirlaw at the door and they told me Alden's father was dead. Thats the limit, poor fellow & his mother to. This is a damn queer world ------------ Hotel Normandy & met Miss Ferriss just coming out door along with Peggy. Louvre. [[left margin note]] Wednesday begins here somewhere [[/margin note]] [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] August [[strikethrough]] Wednesday, 13 [[/strikethrough]] [[/preprinted]] ^[[Thursday 14]] [[preprinted]] 1902. [[/preprinted]] Up early around to Aldens to see if I could find anything more but no. Soon after the Americans & [[to?]] The Lucky bug then [[shoved? shored?]] down my stuff at Aldens studio. Home to lunch. Luxembourg another time with Miss Mead. Then we took a little walk. I washed me hands and went to the Normandy for dinner and the evening. Place is full of Americans. [[image - sketch of ring]] Bed. I've been slightly balled up here there comes a night in the middle of Tuesday 12th which I seem to have obliterated.