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nearly an hour for another train. We went to the
bar and drank some Calvados. We had decided to
go to Douarnenez, which is a very long way from
Paris and, it seemed to us, from anywhere else. We
got to Quimper about seven-thirty a.m., feeling very
tired, and changed for Douarnenez. Frank had had
some friends who had stayed there and knew of a
hotel. We had to walk over a huge suspension
bridge to get to the hotel. The board and lodging
was very cheap, about five or six shillings a day, and
we took a very nice room at the back of the hotel.
Douarnenez is at the mouth of a river and we were
about half a mile from the port on a high cliff.
There were no English or Americans in the hotel,
for which we were very thankful. Frank spoke
very good French as, when he had arrived in Paris
with some friends, they had the sense to live in the
workmen's quarters and learn French. He spoke
in very much the same way as I did. He wanted to
become a writer. He brought with him a copy of
Ulysses, which he read every day while I worked. I
think he was one of the nicest young men I have
ever met, he never worried one or got on one's
nerves. After we arrived we went to bed and slept
for hours. The food was extremely good. Magnifi-
cent lobsters and course after course for luncheon
and dinner. We drank cider for lunch, which made
us feel very amiable towards the rest of the world,
and sometimes sleepy, and wine for dinner. After
dinner we wandered round the town and found the
port. We discovered a little cafe kept by a charming
lady and her daughter and filled with sailors. We