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spring sweetness and bewitched [illegible] deliciousness. The nights were only surpassed in the [illegible] magic nights of the tropics amid the tall graceful palms and the loveliest vegetation in the wold world. And here too, nature had done her best to create scenes with which to charm us. As a city we care not for Paris; but what it has to offer is of the greatest importance to us. Paris seems mad and frenzied. The streets are an onrush of speeding taxies (I suppose New York will be the same) It all seems such a bedlam that I am a bit reticent about going back to such a [trepid?] turmoil. And what is it all about? The villiages are far more quaint and retain more of their local color, no matter what the country! On another trip I should like to visit only the smaller towns and skip all the cities of size. They are entirely too fatigueing and too modern to be pic-turesque. The charm of travelling is then lost for me. Only a few scars are left from the war. Most of the devestated area has been reconstructed, and nature has helped to heal the wounds. But even so, the people themselves, seem to us, to keep the spirit of war ever alive and are doing all they can to aggrevate the wounds and keep them open. While travelling in France one is never allowed to forget that she was on the side of the victorous in the war - a fact which had best be forgotten
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spring sweetness and bewitched [illegible] deliciousness. The nights were only surpassed in the [illegible] magic nights of the tropics amid the tall graceful palms and the loveliest vegetation in the wold world. And here too, nature had done her best to create scenes with which to charm us. As a city we care not for Paris; but what it has to offer is of the greatest importance to us. Paris seems mad and frenzied. The streets are an onrush of speeding taxies (I suppose New York will be the same) It all seems such a bedlam that I am a bit reticent about going back to such a [trepid?] turmoil. And what is it all about? The villiages are far more quaint and retain more of their local color, no matter what the country! On another trip I should like to visit only the smaller towns and skip all the cities of size. They are entirely too fatigueing and too modern to be pic-turesque. The charm of travelling is then lost for me. Only a few scars are left from the war. Most of the devestated area has been reconstructed, and nature has helped to heal the wounds. But even so, the people themselves, seem to us, to keep the spirit of war ever alive and are doing all they can to aggrevate the wounds and keep them open. While travelling in France one is never allowed to forget that she was on the side of the victorous in the war - a fact which had best be forgotten
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