Goodness mom had some fascinating friends. Whatever happened to them? I don’t recall hearing about most of these people but I would have loved to have met them!! This letter is before mom travelled to France herself (she would have been 15 when this letter was written – and it was sent here to the ranch), clearly she made friends with other women with the travel bug!
Grand Hotel Continental
3 Feb 1956
Somehow I have a horrible suspicion that I’ve not thanked you for the lovely “travelling brush” you sent me for Christmas. May I now rather belatedly, say a huge “thank you”! The brush is lovely and believe me it is being put to good use.
As you will realize upon receiving this and the odd postcard I’ve sent I am again “wandering”. I left Oxford the first of January to join my friends in Boulogne for a wee motor jaunt in Europe. That, I would say, was starting the new year with a bang. We went first to Paris where we spent six days. Wow! What a city. Like good tourist-types we “did” most everything. Then we jogged our way to Spain – stopping hither and yonder odd spots in France. In Spain we went to Madrid, carried on southward to Granada, then to the coast and travelled backup to the Mediterranean coast to Barcelona. When returning to France we spent some time around Carcassone before going to the Riviera. By that time the weather decided to be good to us and the Riviera was absolutely glorious. Of course I tried my hand at gambling in Monte Carlo but fortune did not come my way. Then we came along the Italian Riviera which appears very shabby in comparison to the Côte d’Azur – and finally arrived here in Rome the first of February. Rome is a charming city in spite of the bitterly cold weather. I shall probably be returning to England toward the end of this month. My address there is the same as before – do drop me a line about how you are. I’m truly sorry about not writing sooner but I seldom have time to do even half of what I want to.
ok love to your family