Catch the seven fifty
train and come straight across without a hitch, landing in Boulogne
about twelve thirty p.m. There was a large crowd fighting to get onto
the platgform but I found that by following a porter with a barrow
it was pretty simple, especially as some wag kept saying, 'Make room
for a naval officer.' I spent the afternoon on the sea front watching
some sea planes manoeuvring – also an old flying sausage or cigar.
Had a great conversation with a South African doctor at dinner in the
Louvre. He was a good chap and we discussed the Englishman as he
appeared to people who did not know him.
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