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noon and knocked on the door.   Inside we heard a
noise of approaching footsteps and Brancusi, dressed
in overalls, with wooden sabots on, opened the door.
He showed us all his work and his photographs,
including the Princess. We left after about an hour,
all covered in dust, as one cannot sit down in a
sculptor's studio without getting covered in plaster
and clay.   Willie Walton was also in Paris, and we
all dined together that evening.   Osbert said that
he would like me to meet a friend of his, Sir Coleridge
Kennard, who would like to meet Cocteau and
Radiguet.   Sir Coleridge had a Rolls-Royce, and
Osbert said that if I arranged a day they would
come to the studio and fetch me.   I put on my
best clothes and waited, hoping to impress the
neighbours, and especially my concierge.   I waited
behind the front door, but to my bitter disappoint-
ment they came in an old and very shaky taxi.
We went to the Rue d'Anjou, the house of Madame
Cocteau, Jean's Mother, where he had some rooms
to himself   We were shown into a very large room
which was filled with all kinds of amusing and
wonderful things.   On the wall was a portrait of
him by Marie Laurencin.   A bust of Radiguet, by
Jacques Lipschijz, which was very good.  A portrait
of Cocteau by J4cques Emile Blanche, one by Derain,
drawings of Picasso, a glass ship in a case, and on

the wall by the

that I had nev

fireplace, a most wonderful photo-

graph of Arthx^r Rimbaud, looking like an angel,

seen before.   Cocteau went to a

cupboard that j\vas filled with drawers and, out of
each fewer, produced a drawing or a painting of