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When I came out this morning I wanted to jump and run to think I was actually here, on my way to see all those types. At about the first street crossing I involuntarily did it--and recalled that I had read that the only traffic rules in Europe were "Drive like ---- and heaven help the man who can't jump."  There is only one train a day for Vienna, the shorter way, through Germany, the Orient Express. I got the ticket of Cook.  There is no second class on the Express, so I had to take first--610 francs (including sleeper); 11 francs for $1, so that is over $55--horrors.-------Having from that time, about 9, till 5:30 in Paris, I took a Cook sight-seeing automobile around the city. I had seen the Madeline when looking for Cook's. It is really beautiful, it gives one real thrills. But the rest of Paris did not impress me except with the idea that it is having delirium tremens. It is one blare of screaming advertising, worse than New York or Chicago, even. The play bills before the Movie theaters are more vulgar and indecent than they are with us, too, which are certainly bad enough. [[strikethrough]] When we [[/strikethrough]] The sight seeing bus took us on a pilgrimage to everything connected with Napoleon. It seems to me that Paris is on its knees before Napoleon. The "barker" was full of the "victoir" also, and dragged in the war everywhere. I was both amused and indignant at the insult to our (or My) intelligence when the fellow told us that when the Germans were shooting at Paris with their long-range guns they aimed at the Madelaine, but the only damage they did was to knock the head off one saint. There was the headless saint, sure enough, but he stood away back under the deep portico, and not a mark on the portico or on the church.  It couldn't possibly have been hit without a hole through the roof of the portico, unless it was shot from below.  Even our baseball pitchers could hardly make a projectile swoop down under a portico then up again and knock the head off a saint.  Moreover the broken neck was black--it was no new break.  The "barker" spoke English (pretty poor, but mostly understandable) so we must have been