Boheme, sensing my fears, decided that after the carnival, a holiday would serve us well. I can still send my articles to the papers if they need more material to run. With that in mind, a few weeks ago we slipped out of the house to a waiting vehicle and were driven to the train station where we disappeared into Boheme’s private car. That is why I haven’t written in the journal for so many days. When I discovered that I’d forgotten to pack this treasured piece, I raised a fit with my master; and after he admonished me because I wouldn’t make due with a substitute, the dear man had these precious pages sent to me.
We spend our days on the beach at Cannes warming in the sun. We sip fresh fruit drinks in the daytime and brandy at night. Some evenings we dance to the sounds of local musicia
