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Letter from Miss Sargent Miss Norton is in Paris.

[[preprinted]] November Friday, 28 1902. [[/preprinted]]

Went first this morning to the National Gallerie, it is where the modern things are. the best in fact the only good ones were by "etrangers". Nice Manet, woman on a green seat man leaning on the back, background of green plants, two Monets, a Degas called "the conversation", a Cazin, Sisley a pretty Zorn little one of a nude woman going to bath, two bronze heads by Rodin and a pretty good thing of an Hunne on horseback. The hall below is full of sculpture (paintings to) laboured and worked over and wrought upon, marble and plaster & bronze but they all lack something, that little difference yet so great that makes you look long at the good art or rather say the real. Then over to the old and looked long at the Rembrandts and some at the Hals. But you come back to Van Ryn. Dinner out for mail. Tea and Neidermeyer came round a beer & a walk. C'est tout.
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[[preprinted]] November Saturday, 29 1902. [[/preprinted]]

Rainy and cold. All day till two "au gallerie", lunch and made a composition which I worked on till bed time. Pretty black in the gallery but some of the Rembrandts were fine.
Joseph and Potiphar's wife, Rape of Proserpine, Hendrijke at the window, two himself, an old Jew in his glad rags and a peach of his brother in a helmet, its very swell & likewise is the first one of Joseph etc, though its quite small, three feet or so high and not quite so wide.
Some Hals, the nurse and the child, he of the inimitable smile. Hille Bobbe of Haarlem fame which is made with black & white yellow ochre and vermillion and is about as flip & clever as they get to be, and a pretty one of a young woman, hands down in one corner of the frame
Very pretty Hans Holbein also a pretty Durer woman head against blue water & sky.