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© Rob McGibbon, 2013

12th January

feel a bit homesick. going to school. Lily + Molly very kind and nice. loose our way but manage to find school at last. say good-bye till Thursday shall see them again then. feeling brighter go upstairs + do some work. recreation. practise for hour + half then go to tea. more work. recreation. hem new serviettes that asses at Bon Marché forgot to hem. go up to bed fel feeling splendid.

13th January

rolled out of bed at 7 o’clock, very sleepy + cold! premier dejeuner, after, sit in infirmary till girls come up from mass. 9 o’clock study french, later go to drawing. dejeuner, more french, till tea, french again, dinner, recreation, more serviettes to hem. talk of Bon Marche in not over polite english!! feel fairly tired + possess a very comfortable bed to which I wend my way with joy at 8.30, 9’o. Snore!!

14th January

wake up with rotten feeling of homesickness! seem to get attacks this way, read in infirmary till 9’o, go to music lesson with old girl who cannot play a note! practice, french, recreation. still feeling rotten! if not worse, a call from Father MacCarthy quite restores me, work, recreation, dinner, recreation, more serviettes. bed.

15th January

feeling quite well, am going out with Lily + Molly, work + practice before déjeuner, get ready to meet Molly at 11.30, Oh the joy to be out! only one thing wanted complete the day, that is Dad + Peggs, go to Pathé Frères + have 3 [hours?] of music, very nice place, can laugh a good deal, go to Chateau to tea, meet american priest Collins whom we met before, feeling rotten at having to go back, arrive at school, dinner, bed.

16th January

frightfully cold getting up, had rotten dreams, talk to Spanish girl in infirmary till after mass, like her very much indeed, go to practise 9’o. learn some french before dejeuner, fitted fore black dress. feel as though am going to my own funeral! more work. tea. recreation, french lesson, letter from Peggs, hurrah!!!! feel quite gay for a minute, dinner, read for an hour then bed, hurrah! another day gone, only 79 more!!!! [Olive circles and stars 5th April, the start of the Easter holiday, 79 days hence]

17th January

rise 7 o’clock colder than ever! only one more day and shall be going out again! french, french! all day, oh! how sick of it, I am, will april never come? practise 2 hours + have another lesson with the old frump who nearly drives me mad at the piano. tea, recreation, study, at least try to work out american [?] puzzles, dinner, recreation presided over by old “beery nose”, I loathe her + know its mutual! bed at last! thank-goodness. 78 more days.

18th January

get up usual time. mass, go for walk with girls, see cathedral Notre Dame, go to school again. Lily late feeling rotten, why doesn’t she come? comes at last, been waiting an hour for me, awfully annoyed, both of us. late for déjeuner, go with Louis Jamais to visit Père Lachaise, very wonderful, but creepy!!! all feel very cold, go to visit american priest at Rennes, return to No.10 for dinner, get in wrong train 15 minutes late! Beery-face in a temper, don’t care, because can’t understand her. Bed.

19th January

rise same hour, another monotonous day! same thing, same people, same everything. Ah! for Easter, qu great excitement among the girls preparing for the fête, whatever that may be! I don’t know + don’t care! lessons just the same + music, am so fed up with everything! cheer up a bit towards evening, always do, end of another day! nothing happens worth relating, do another beastly serviette (blow the Bon Marché) + go to bed. 76 more days.

20th January

The famous fête-day dawns, at least it means no work + extra special food, although that item is always decent, girls rehearse all morning, I look on or read, have two letters from home, glorious! get quite lively! answer them + watch girls hopping about with bits of red paper on their heads imitating Chantelair [Chantecler]. have extra nice tea (blessings on the fête) work! (horrible word!) dinner, recreation, bed. 75 x 48 hours more, feel to fed up to work it out! so sleep instead.

Notes on Paris

A lovely + very interesting city. some of the buildings simply beautiful.
One can see for miles down the Ca Champs Élysée, a beautiful road with trees each side + magnificent buildings.
In driving through the Bois de Boulogne, a kind of large park corresponding to our Hyde Park, one sees the Elite of Paris! The dresses on the women, or, in many cases, the scarcity of dresses! are wonderful, they seem to live for nothing else.
The magnificent tombs at Père Lachaise appear more like tiny chapels, the carving, wreaths + statuary is simply to beautiful for one to explain about.
The wreaths on some tombs at not of real flowers, OF but imitatious ones made in most beautiful colored beads measuring some six feet in diameter.
The Cathedral of Notre Dame de Paris is the most beautiful I have ever entered,
The windows of stained glass, painted such magnificent colors that are indescribable.
On sundays mass starts at 5am + continues, in different sections till the next morning.
Another beautiful walk one can take through the Luxembourg Gardens, which, in spring, must look truly wonderful with its quantities of trees + flowers in fl blossom.
The Louvre, another place of note, containing some of the most beautiful pictures in the world, as well as the famous “La Jocunde” [La Joconde]

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with her very ordinary smile + unintelligent expression! the crowds flocking chiefly to see her vacant looking head, some paintings are so realistic that one feels almost as though they are living beings.
In the famous latin-quarter one finds the Pantheon, a kind of museum, at the extreme top is a cross, that from the road looks no more than 4 feet high + 2 3 feet broad, where taken down to be over-hauled some little time ago it measured a whole street in length with the to arms reaching from wall to wall.
The apache that one hears such a lot about, live mostly on the outskirts of the city, venturing in on fête days, when often a lot of harm is done by them, one gentleman being shot dead near the opéra for attempting to put an end to a quarrel between two of them.
Another place of great interest is the Opéra Comique, the theatre itself, the auto (auditorium + stage) is nothing wonderful, but the terraces outside where one walks between the acts, are beautiful, the carving + sculpture a sight, + the most magnificent paintings adorn some of the walls.
A very interesting + beautiful archway is built at the Étoile, Champs-Elysées, by order of th Napolean, his victories + other battle[s] are said to be carved on it, with sculptures of his great generals also, it is immense, + the workmanship, when examined closely, is truly magnificent.
The gardens of the Tuilleries are also very beautiful, + the Place de la Concorde another interesting + pretty spot.
Some of the shops are very beautiful although the only one that comes up to any of our London

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shops, I think, is the Gallerie Lafayette, a tremendous store which seems always to be positively mobbed!!!
There is a magnificent Cinema near the Étoile, more like a large theatre, splendid pictures + variety turns in between, although I cannot say much for the latter, the pictures are well worth going to see. All along the streets, from the most swellest down to the very poorest, are crowds of cafes were where one sits out on the pavement + has coffee or chocolate, sometimes one comes across 5 or 6 such places next to each other, the competition being tremendous, but not too great for them all to do a fine trade.
The show-rooms of some of the most expensive motors one can buy, are beautiful, the shop windows are brilliantly lighted with all different colored lights + decorated like a drawing-room, while one beautiful Rolls-Royce, or Mercedes stands in the centre, along the Avenue Champs Elysées are all the chief companies seem to have a showroom, + at night it is a sight to see the places lighted up!! The Palais de Justice, situated in the latin-quarter the oldest part of Paris, is a very large and interesting building, over looking the Seine.
The “Metro” or underground Metropolitan railways is a very convenient way (+ only one unless one is a millionaire to take taxis everywhere) of getting about, each street of any importance has a station underneath named after it, unfortunately, they have no lifts, + the stairs up + down are awful, the trains are so full that the people coming off + getting on the trains literally fight to get in + out, the weakest side either loosing their train or going on to the next station as they barely wait by two minutes to let you on!!