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enough not to ask us any questions, and returned to
After two weeks Foujita and his wife had to return
to Paris. We had a letter from a Pole, R., and his
wife, to say that they were coming to Collioure.
They had found an apartment near the port.
Madame R. was very fat and very bourgeoise, and I
thought rather kind. My Pole did not like her very
much. I think the same kind of person, if she had
been English, would have been quite impossible,
but we, being females, and of such different races,
got on very well. At least she was a change from
Madame Foujita. She was always suffering from a
different malady, she had indigestion, rheumatism,
change of life, stomach troubles, headaches, feet that
would not walk, and all kinds of other things. One
day we went to the seashore to bathe. R. very
seldom bathed, because he said that his figure looked
like a " sac de merde" which indeed it did. His wife
had the good sense not to bathe at all. My Pole
bathed with a pair of bathing-drawers, not the
regulation kind that covers the chest. When he
walked out of his bathing box Madame R. gave a
scream of horror and said, " C'est indecent I " I then
gave another lecture about England and told her
what I thought about her views of morality in very
forcible language, One evening we were sitting in
our cafe, which had a terrasse in front and each side
a small wall about two feet high. It was about six
p.m. and quite light. Suddenly, on the other side of
the wall, a strange figure appeared; he had a black
beard, a cap, and scarf round his neck. He said