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large grand edifices. We had many beautiful views, about[[?]] run down.  We arrived in Paris about five o'clock.  In the station we met again the English gentleman that we had ridden with in the forenoon. The customs officials simply opened our trunk and smelt in it, without removing any of the articles. We were recommended by one of the railroad employees to the Hotel Des Estrange - a de Walter Scott, so we got upon the omnibus and were soon there.
24th. Father went to the Messrs. Frotengre and Co. to draw some money. Mother Lilly and I took a walk out to see what we could in the neighborhood of the hotel, and noticed peculiarities which we had seen in prints - The cabmen with their high crowned pointed glared hats - The great clumsy looking wooden shoes. Sabots, they are called. [[drawing of a Sabot shoe]] They are painted black. And seen carrying great loads upon their backs with a frame and straps to get under the arms. These seem to be used by porters & they carry a great deal upon them with apparently much care. [[drawing of a porter carrying loads of items]] We saw the Exchange, or Bourse, a fine large building of the Doric order. It is placed in the centre of a square. Continuing our walk out the Rue St. Augustine

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we came to an arcade through which we went, and were very much interested looking at the many shops in which were displayed an immense variety of curious and beautiful objects of all kinds. When we had seen through it we returned to the hotel, where we found that father had returned, and not finding us had gone off again to hunt us - so we followed him, going on to the Boulevards, but not coming up with him, and finding it cold, we returned & found father back also. He had got his money - and had bought a copy of Gallignani's Paris Guide. Mother & father set off to try and find lodgings - but returned without being successful. They brought Lill and me a paper containing a panorama of the carnival procession. After dinner we set out to see the carnival. We went on to the Boulivard Montmartre where we found a dense crowd of people all as gay and joyous as they would be. turning our course towards the Madelane, we had not proceeded far, before we fell in with our old English friend again, whose acquaintance we had made on the way from Boulogne. As he was out for a walk he accompanied us. We saw several large conveyances filled with persons dressed in all sorts of ridiculous ways and with absurd masks, and making