My trip abroad ([c1922])

Page scan 000163 from My trip abroad

Record Details:

Title:
My trip abroad
Date:
[c1922]
Publisher:
New York, London : Harper & Brothers
Volume:
My trip abroad
Leaf #:
000163
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
University of California Libraries
Sponsor:
MSN
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
July 19, 2022
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XIII I FLY FROM PARIS TO LONDON THE first night in Paris after our return from Germany we dined at Pioccardi's, then walked up to the arches of the old gates of Paris. Our intention was to visit the Louvre and see the statue of Venus de Milo, but it only got as far as intention. We drifted into the Montmartre district and stopped in Le Rate Mort, one of its most famous restaurants. As it is very early in the evening, there are very few people about, one reason why I picked out this place, which later in the night becomes the center of hectic revelry. Passing our table is a striking-looking girl with bobbed blond hair, shadowing beautiful, delicate features of pale coloring and soft, strange eyes of a violet blue. Her passing is momentary, but she is the most striking-looking girl I have seen in Europe. Although there are but few people here, I am soon recog- nized. The French are so demonstrative. They wave, "Hello, Chariot!" I am indifferent. I smile mechanically. I am tired. I shall go to bed early. I order champagne. The bobbed-hair one is sitting at a table near us. She interests me. But she doesn't turn so that I can see her face. She is sitting facing her friend, a dark, Spanish-looking girl. J wish she'd turn. She has a beautiful profile, but I