Elizabeth Hardy Fair wedding gown, 1912 or 13. She married Frank Tofield, a Montreal banker, and moved into the Linton Apartments on Sherbrooke Street. She mentions him in her 1910 travel diary. No wonder she married him, she loved Paris so much and Montreal was a bit like Paris.
August 17: France is reached. Landed at 6:30 at Havre. Spent a very comfortable night. Had stateroom to myself. Ate breakfast aboard ship. Had baggage inspected and departed.
Mr and Mrs. Suinon met me and we took a taxi to the Balzac, a very fine Hotel. Everything exceedingly nice.
Had lunch (what did you eat?) then visited the Luxenbourg Galleries, very very interesting.
In the evening after dinner we went out on the Champs Elysees and walked the Arc de Triomphe.
Paris is WONDERFUL. Much grander and everything more delightful than London!
Went to bed early. I was nearly dead. Had tea at a lovely little shoppe.
August 18th.
Very warm. Ate breakfast and then went shopping with the Seuris. Stores quite bewildering. Returned to the hotel for lunch and went out again as soon as we changed our gowns. Went to see Miss Boyd of Washington at the Contremartre (?) and then the stores again.
We had tea at Fullers and then went back to the Balzac. I ate dinner alone as the Sieuris we out. Very tired. Am going to bed.
August 19th.
Had breakfast at nine thirty and Mrs. S. and I drove Mr S to the station. He deposited his bags and then spent an hour shopping with us. We visited the Madeleine before returning to the hotel and it was well worth the trip.
In the afternoon we called for Miss Alice Boyd and took a taxi and I sailed down the Champs Elysees in great style. Had tea, visited several stores, then returned for dinner.
Dressed and then took in the Opera, Sigurd. And no good at all. The opera house was indeed grand and I was glad to have seen it notwithstanding the opera was so poor. Returned to hotel with no adventures to relate. Paris does not appear to me so wicked as pictured. (Editor’s note: Go to Montmarte for a bit of wickedness! While you are there, buy some pictures from a short stalky guy called Picasso. Bring them home and leave them to your nephew in your will. )
Will soon start sightseeing in earnest
