There is no doubt this is the gay city of the world but to live here and see the sights would cost a fortune in no time.

This letter is only three days after my last and the reason I am sending this so soon is because I have seen so much in the last few days I am afraid of forgetting some of the things if I delay too long.

I think this last item of interest was the Casino de Paris in my last letter where the lassies run around in their birthday suits so I will carry on from there. [The official Casino de Paris site is in French but contains an interesting virtual tour of the main theatre.]

On Friday morning I went to the bank and saw around the city per boot and later wrote some letters and had a sleep. At night I again sent on the ran tan and saw Mont Matre by night. It is a peculiar part of Paris that is absolutely dead until midnight and then seethes with people all going to cabarets etc where they stay until daybreak it seems. We saw it early first and went to Café du Neant where we drank beer off coffins and later witnessed our burial and decay and later the 3rd day. It is very skilfully done and quite amusing if you are not of the nervous type. The illusions are marvellous and to see a chap from the audience become a skeleton before your eyes is quite good.