Prefecture of Police told me she had been waiting three months to have her papers approved and hadn't received them yet.
You can't help spending money in Paris. Besides the usual little items such as cafés, opera and expensive meals, you want to buy everything you see. I have just paid out two hundred and ten francs for a new uniform for use in England, and one hundred and fifty more for a few little Parisian trinkets to take back to the family. Dinner last evening with Anderson cost me forty alone, and some films and printing paper at Kodaks, brought this up to ninety. Every time I change a one-hundred-franc note I see my chances as a first-class passenger on the trip home getting smaller and smaller.
Bernard Larlenque, the young artillery officer whom I met in the hospital at Châlons last month, is now in Paris. We went down together to the Avenue St. Germain early this morning to see the great "Independence Day" parade. I had heard about it before but I never imagined that it was such a big event. Fully fifty thousand troops marched by, the banner regiments of the French army. Everyone was happy, childishly happy, from the tiniest spectator who cheered with all his might to the soldiers themselves who brandished bouquets from their bayonets. When one of the crack "chasseur" companies was passing us, a handsome young woman
