July 18. 1921
Hotel de Beaujolais
Rue de Beaujolais
My dearest three,
Well, here we are in Paris and have been (here?) for the past fourteen hours! To think that I myself should ever be saying that! It is going to take me another fourteen hours to sense it properly. And I am right in the very heart of Paris too, at a dear little hotel (25 frs. per night) ($1.06 for each of us) with our balcony overlooking the Gardens of the Palais Royal, and the Louvre not more than two minutes away. It is indeed a fine location, in the midst of the high-spots of the Paris landscape.
They are wearing lots of powder and paint, much black, felt hats, and the most shapeless shoes imaginable. That is the sum and substance of an afternoon's impressions from the busy wanderers along the Champ Elyse and the Rue de Rivoli. Also, a certainly distinguished visitor to this capitol is wearing a sand-colored (slowly turning to mud) tricolette gown and a marcel wave (Parisian to the extreme!)- I had to have a shampoo this afternoon and get rid of the last of the salt-spray and the dust of Runnemede.
Saturday we took a Patti-like departure from England, getting no farther than a drifting down past the chalk-cliffs of Dover Beach in the direction of the