THE SOUTH OF FRANCE motif on a hill. It was very windy, so we attached our easels to a string and a large stone, so that they could not move. I was painting furiously, and suddenly, behind an olive tree, appeared a Japanese. He said, " Bon jour, Nina" and I looked at him for a moment and recognized him as the friend of Foujita—Kavashima. This was quite fantastic as one does not expect to see people one has not seen for ten years on a Pyrenee. One day we decided to have a picnic in the woods. We bought sardines, bread, cheese and some wine. We found a place with very green grass. I thought at once of mosquitoes—we spread out some paper on the grass. After lunch the paper was strewn all over the place. I said, thinking of Hampstead Heath, " We must clean the paper up." Madame Foujita said, " Pourquoi! " And I said, "It spoils the landscape," and so I dug a hole in the ground and buried all the paper and sardine bones. After lunch Foujita saw a large tree. It had a big trunk and no branches at all. He said, " I will climb this tree." I wondered how he was going to do it. He took the trunk of the tree with one hand on each side and climbed up like a monkey. We all looked at him with astonish- ment and admiration. He could use his toes in the same way that he could use his fingers. To enter Spain one had to have a visa. None of us had one, but we wanted very much to get to Port Bou, which is the first Port in Spain. Madame Foujita, although tiresome at times, was a woman of determined character, and if she made up her mind to do some- ' '