27 April
27 April
27 April 1920
Travelling to London
You remember in Italy how I longed to return to Life with all kinds of lovely possessions. Funny it should have all come true. I also bought the most exquisite fruit plates with small white grapes & gold leaves on them pour la famille Murry & a dish, high, to match, to take the breath. I've no money. I think I must be a little bit mad. Oh, could I bring the flowers, the air the whole heavenly climate as well: this darling little town, these mountains - It is simply a small jewel - Menton - and its band in the jardins publiques with the ruffled pansy beds - the white donkeys standing meek - tied to a pole, the donkey women in black pleated dresses with flat funny hats. All, all is so terribly attractive. I'd live years here with you. Im immensely attached to it all & in the summer we'd go up to the Alpes Maritimes & live in the small spotless inns with milk hot from the cow & egg¬wegs from the hen. Wed live in those steep villages of pink & white houses with the pine forests round them - where your host serves your dinner wearing a clean white blouse & sabots. Yes, dearest darling, Im in love with the Alpes Maritimes. I don't want to go any further. I'd like to live my life between Broomies & them. [To J. M. Murry in Collected Letters, 20 April 1920]