PARIS REVISITED We then walked across some fields, took the tram, and came back to the cafe to find the Arab's mis- tress, not looking too pleased, and the Pole who lived in Modigliani's studio. Underneath the Hotel de la Haute Loire, which was the hotel I stayed at in 1914, was the Restaurant Baty. Outside were baskets of oysters stacked up. Inside, the floor was tiled and covered in sawdust. Rosalie was still in the Rue Gampagne Premiere, in her restaurant, and wept when Modigliani's name was mentioned, although, when he was alive, she threw him out several times a week. This was not really surprising as he caused a dreadful disturbance at times. One day I met Blaise Gendras at the Parnasse. He had only one arm, the other he had lost in the War. I had read his poetry and admired his work very much. He was a great friend of Ferdinand Leger, and they and many more amusing people ate every day at Baty's. Sometimes they would sing whilst they ate. They sang snatches from the Russian Ballets. They were particularly fond of snatches from "Scheherazade - and ce Pe- trouska." One day, after lunch, an elderly Baroness came to the restaurant and they decided to go and see Brancusi, bringing some wine with them. They took the Baroness with them. She must have been very beautiful when she was young. She wore a yellow wig, which she twined round her head. She still had a fine figure. She asked me to dinner at her flat. She had several pictures of Henri Rousseau, the Douanier. She had the ". Wedding," a large picture with the bride in white in the middle and ' ' '