BACK TO PARIS AND CELEBRITIES
Sfext to us was a really frightful family, an elderly,
lard-faced Englishwoman and her daughter. They
wore blouses with whale-bone to hold up the collars,
which came up to their ears. The anatomy of
Lheir chests was quite hidden by whale-bones and
stuffing. They gazed at us with horror as Frank and
[ held each other's hands and whispered into each
Dther's ears during lunch and dinner. The next day
was a fete and the Bretons danced reels and quad-
rilles in the street. We joined in, which again
shocked the English. It seems unkind and rude to
always be objecting to one's fellow country-people,
but those one so often finds abroad are frequently
a blot on the race and should stay at home in some
dismal village from which they probably came. We
had to go to Quimperle to catch the train for Paris.
Quimperle is a pretty place on a.river and we had
several hours to wait. We found a church and sat
inside, in fact I think we knelt down and said a
prayer, I forget what for. We then sat gloomily
in a cafe till the train came in. It was full and
we had to stand or sit on the floor of the corridor all
night, it was very uncomfortable and very much
worse than my voyage to Collioure. We got to
Montparnasse about nine a.m. Frank had to leave
that same afternoon and we were both very sad.
I shook him by the hand outside his hotel and then
ran up the Boulevard Montparnasse to the Dome.
It is too dreadful seeing people into trains.
I found my friends and a woman I had not seen
for some time who .bought some of my Brittany
drawings and gave me a thousand francs, which