I am at Bourges on my way to Avord after my happy _permission_ in Paris.
As there were no train connections I had to stay here over night. Well,
last Sunday we went to an American church, with an all-American service.
It seemed rather pleasant. In the afternoon we went to the Opéra Comique
to see _Werther_ and _Cavalleria Rusticana_. They were both splendid and
included some of the best stars. Oh, how I love the opera!
... I spent Monday afternoon in roaming about Paris. I went to the
Louvre and Gardens of the Tuileries and Luxembourg, and to several of
the less important churches. I saw St. James’s church from the tower of
which the bells were rung as a signal on the night of St. Bartholomew. I
believe I know Paris and its sights better now than Chicago, not that I
have seen everything—one could never do that—but just the general
layout. I never will get tired raving about the architecture.
My train leaves soon.
With love,