to Charlotte Beauchamp Perkins
31 Rue de Tournon, Paris
My dearest Marie,
The weather is icy, but Paris is beautiful. Everything is white & every morning the sun shines & shines all day until it finally disappears in a pink sky. The fountains are just a bubble in their basins of ice — And now the little green Xmas booths are lining the streets — I am going to enjoy life in Paris I know. It is so human and there is something noble in the city — Then the river is so much more a part of it than the Thames. It is a real city, old and fine and life plays in it for everybody to see. Jack and I are dropping into speaking French together and leaving English alone until we have really mastered the other. Once “at home” I shall study hard.
- O’Suliivan, Vincent and Scott, Margaret (eds.) (1984) Collected Letters of Katherine Mansfield Volume I Oxford: Oxford University Press. pp. 132