From Venice to Udine—Reservists rejoining—Interesting crowd—Delays
en route—Endless procession of military trains—Drawn blinds—The
Red Cross train—Arrived Udine—Scene on platform—In search of an
hotel—A little incident—The well-dressed civilian—The obliging
guide—My suspicions—Awkward questions—The best hotel in Udine—A
little “Trattoria” close by—A cheap room—First impressions of
Udine—At the Police Office—The _permis de séjour_—The _Carabinieri_
and the local police—The fascination of the big guns—The
“Military Commandant of Udine”—A difficult proposition—The luck
of the undelivered letter—My guide has to leave me—I change my
quarters—The Hotel “Tower of London”—Alone in Udine—An awkward
predicament—A friend in need—Still more luck—Dr. Berthod—I am
offered a studio—I accept—The delight of having this studio in
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