Young poet documenting social life and travels
[…] I joined Effie & Nell (Sinclair) on the boat at Harwich - we took the train straight to Cologne. We reached Cologne at about 12 o’clock & lunched at the hotel, with fat Germans and Dutch gorging all round us, their forks and knives held indifferently in either hand.
After lunch we went to the Cathedral; it is indescribably lovely […] xxx then xx we hunted round for the genuine Eau de Cologne, which was a task, as every second shop is Johann Maria Faruna. The proper stuff is known as “gegenübes”, that is “gegenübes dun Jülichsplatz […]
Herr Grimm was to have met us at Bayreuth, but he missed us in the seething crowd […] he finally reappeared out of the darkness […] & he drove to his house […] Our rooms are quaint […] The looking glasses are hung on the walls in the darkest corners possible. There are no water jugs, but our basins are filled at intervals with cold water, when we ask for hot water we are given a mean jug full each. Baths are evidently out of the question.



