18 April 1921

18 April 1921

Villa Isola Bella, Menton, France

As to Paris. I never have read anything about a child more exquisite than your little girls remark il pleut when someone put a sunshade up. Its the most profound thing about a very young baby’s vision of the world Ive ever struck. Its what babies in prams think. Its what you say long before you can talk. Shes altogether a ravishing person - no, so much more than that. Shes a tiny vision there in those gardens for ever. Your tenderness is perfect - its so true.
I liked Valery and his household. It seemed somehow ‘extremely right’ as Kot would say that his mother should be there & that she should be so small. I expect she thought you were a boy. I should like to have been there.
(I am writing in the thick of a thunderstorm. They are regular items now in the late afternoon. It gets misty, the birds sound loud, it smells of irises & then it thunders. I love such summer storms. I love hearing the maids run in the passages to shut the windows & draw up the sun blinds, & then you see on the road between the vineyards people hurrying to take shelter. Besides Ive such a great part of the sky to see that I can watch the beginning the middle and the end . . )

[To J. M. Murry in Collected Letters, c. 17 May.]