Paris

August 28, 1945

Dear Mom,

My eye is almost well now and looking more normal. The soreness is gone. It's been very warm here and today I am chasing around in just a shirt instead of my jacket, hoping I won't get run in.

Yesterday, I went up to the old Montmartre area around Sacre Coeur church. The church stands on a hill something like Morin Peaks in San Francisco, so that you see all far out over the city sprawled below it. The interior of this church is extremely handsome with some beautiful mosaic work around the walls and pulpit. The statues are all very restrained which gives them great dignity. The area around the church has very old buildings, quite different in style from the rest of Paris. Three or four artists were at work in both water colors and oils. I peered over their shoulders like everyone else.

Night before last I went to the Bal Tabarin in the Pigalle night club area. The floor show was one of the finest I have seen. For a change the girls were very beautiful and the costumes magnificent.

Bob