Laughing Torso

PARIS AND BRITTANY

when I got back in 1926, I found two American
sailors in their bell-bottomed trousers and white
hats waiting for me in the Fitzroy Tavern, much
to the amusement of everybody. I found it rather
embarrassing as I did not know what to do with
them.
My friend Prudence was still in Paris and was
engaged to perform at the Four Hundred Club.
She worked daily with a pianist in a large room
which was let out for dancers to rehearse in. I
went, in the afternoons, to watch her. I went with
my French friends to see her the first night. She
looked perfectly beautiful, although I do not really
like acrobatic dancing; I think it is ugly and un-
gainly. We then went to the Jardin de ma Soeur and
to Montmartre.
One day Tuohy and Kinko came from the island
in Brittany in their two seater Citroen. They said,
" Gome back with us." I took my water-colours
and a rucksack with a few clothes and got in. One
of us had to sit on the back of the seat on the folded
hood. They both drove in turns and one or other
of them would change places with me. I was de-
lighted with the idea of seeing Brittany again.
They said that there' was no need to hurry and that
we could take our time and see some of the towns
on the way. We spent the night at Dreux. Tuohy
told me that they had invented the " Anti-omelette
club," as none of them liked omelettes. The first
thing to do on arriving at an inn or restaurant was
to say, before stepping inside, " Pas <P omelette s'il
vous plait" He said that, frequently, when motoring
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