It’s so much fun to imagine Rilla’s trip across the pond and stay in Paris (minus being surrounded by seasick passengers). I’m not sure whether I admire her desire to integrate herself into French culture, or if she’s instead a little self-impressed with her own mastery of the local language.
Here’s a bit of historical context: The French Line in the 1950s.
Sept 30, 1950
Dear Margaret,
The ocean trip was wonderful. I love the French line. The food was out of this world. 6 courses for each meal. I was fortunate enough not to be seasick in spite of a storm the first three days which got most everybody.
I love Paris, but haven’t seen many of the sights yet. I’ve been room-hunting for a place in a private home. There’s too much English spoken at the Maison Américaine, a dormitory where I am now. It’s very cold here. Write.
Love, Rilla
To:
- Miss Margaret Paschall
- Route 2
- Clarksville, Tenn.
- U.S.A
Postmark: Paris XIV Av du General Leclerc – Sept 30, 1950
Stamps: 5 franc & 10 franc
Lost Greetings 