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Champs Elysees, then dinner and
a theatre. The talk of the fear
of Parisians for Boch raids is
false. Life is going on just the
same. The same gay, carefree
people, the same taxi crowded
streets, the same light revues at
the theatres. One night we saw
"Molluscs" at a little English theatre,
a "typical" English play with a purpose
and all the skeleton of the play evident.
An all - English crowd. It was like going
into a different part of the world.
I sent you another little fan [there?]
the magazin at which I bot it. You
[may?] have one; but they are so chic
and useful that I want to be sure.
Also I sent home all my films and
pictures by American Express. It may
be considerable of a chance to
take, but - - And then, the
first thing I knew, my permission
was over and I was on the train
to Avord for Sopwith or Nieuport training.
This is a stupendously large centre.
Planes of every description are used
and are flying night and day. All
fields are pretty well crowded
with Frenchmen and Americans, too,
so that it may be several days
before I get to flying.