Paris 12 September

Here I am in Paris, my dear love, and I trot around all day trying to find that famous apartment. I can say nothing definite except that it will be extremely difficult to find one.  And I am waiting to be gently scolded by you. If I find nothing you will say to “be a Frenchwoman, you don’t know how to put things right.” And you will find one in 48 hours! At least, darling, I will feel that I have made a start! It’s hot in Paris and I am already tired. [….] This morning I received your brother’s gift, which had arrived just this morning. There were only 200, and that has reduced my chance still further, but I am not discouraged. It would be such joy to welcome you here “at home” with flowers and a good divan! […] I passed Gare de l’Est this afternoon and I felt your arms in mine, and the joy of this last waiting at a station. […] The baby makes itself felt without discomfort, without pain. But how could it be otherwise? A child of love. Do you remember darling? I feel so strongly that it is our love inside me, slowly turning into a little being, growing, and growing […] Oh little lazy bones that I love, write me a tiny little word! […]