Arnsdorf, June 28, 1909

This morning I was kept busy writing, and Mama and I took a walk through the village. It is a pleasure to walk through a German village, the old houses look so neat with the vines or trees trained up the walls, and the new houses are built very prettily.

We have decided to stay another day, and we have planned an excursion for to-morrow.

Editor’s note: Because there is no relevant postcard for today, I’m bumping one a day out of order. As you’ll see, there’s a poem. If anyone can translate it, or point me toward a translation, I’d really appreciate it. There may even be a fun reward. Good luck. 


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