Saturday, October 20:
We put in a pretty good night in our compartment. I slept the best I have ever slept on a French train. The scenery all day has been beautiful. It is warm down here -- quite different from Paris atmosphere. The train is pretty well crowded with officers. Nice is a very popular place for permissionaires and one certainly doesn’t blame them. We are passing down the Mediterranean coast. The water is very blue, the shore line a dull grey except where a cliff juts stra
ight up out of the water which appears a beautiful pink color. The foliage is heavy and green with many palm trees lining walks and roadways. Flowers are plentiful. On our left are the barren mountain tops looking down at us. These are not as beautiful in themselves as those we saw in Rupt-sur-Moselle, but they make the entire picture the most wonderful I have ever set eyes on. They make a perfect background for these little garden spots called villages.
Arrived at Nice about 3 P.M. The first person we recognized was Fraser on his way back to Paris. He repo
rted Nice as being the best place in the world. The next person was Ralph Jacob who just came down a few days ago with Art (his brother) and Don Smith. They return to America soon. Ralph told us to go to the O’Connor Hotel, which we did. We reserved three rooms on the fourth floor overlooking the sea for 12 francs a day with meals. It is a beautiful hotel and, apparently, very popular. This is not the popular season in Nice we are told. January and February are their best months but nevertheless the hotel is well filled with officers and civilians of both sexes.
We have met a Mr. Blake who is living here in the interests of the Canadian Secret Service. He is a fine man and takes it upon himself to look after the young fellows who come down here as see to it that they meet the best people and see and do the best things. Admiral Moore (ex) of the U.S. is staying here with his sister. He is a spry old man of about 70 years who takes a great deal of pleasure in meeting Americans and telling his interesting stories. He knows Minnesota very well and like all people from Minneapolis. There is a Canadian Colonel here who is very nice and has gotten up a swimming club for tomorrow morning to meet at 9:30 with penalties for all tardiness. The club now has a membership of about 12. They tell us there are many Americans in Nice who are anxious to entertain us all.
We put in a pretty good night in our compartment. I slept the best I have ever slept on a French train. The scenery all day has been beautiful. It is warm down here -- quite different from Paris atmosphere. The train is pretty well crowded with officers. Nice is a very popular place for permissionaires and one certainly doesn’t blame them. We are passing down the Mediterranean coast. The water is very blue, the shore line a dull grey except where a cliff juts stra
ight up out of the water which appears a beautiful pink color. The foliage is heavy and green with many palm trees lining walks and roadways. Flowers are plentiful. On our left are the barren mountain tops looking down at us. These are not as beautiful in themselves as those we saw in Rupt-sur-Moselle, but they make the entire picture the most wonderful I have ever set eyes on. They make a perfect background for these little garden spots called villages.Arrived at Nice about 3 P.M. The first person we recognized was Fraser on his way back to Paris. He repo
rted Nice as being the best place in the world. The next person was Ralph Jacob who just came down a few days ago with Art (his brother) and Don Smith. They return to America soon. Ralph told us to go to the O’Connor Hotel, which we did. We reserved three rooms on the fourth floor overlooking the sea for 12 francs a day with meals. It is a beautiful hotel and, apparently, very popular. This is not the popular season in Nice we are told. January and February are their best months but nevertheless the hotel is well filled with officers and civilians of both sexes.We have met a Mr. Blake who is living here in the interests of the Canadian Secret Service. He is a fine man and takes it upon himself to look after the young fellows who come down here as see to it that they meet the best people and see and do the best things. Admiral Moore (ex) of the U.S. is staying here with his sister. He is a spry old man of about 70 years who takes a great deal of pleasure in meeting Americans and telling his interesting stories. He knows Minnesota very well and like all people from Minneapolis. There is a Canadian Colonel here who is very nice and has gotten up a swimming club for tomorrow morning to meet at 9:30 with penalties for all tardiness. The club now has a membership of about 12. They tell us there are many Americans in Nice who are anxious to entertain us all.
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