Back home she was considered a good girl, but in Paris she was considered vraiment bien!
When her Mother wrote asking if she were cold? Augustine blushed from afar, yet laughed out loud to herself, her Mother's letter continued. Mme. Chier wondered if her daughter had purchased a new dress or two? Augustine wrote back in perfect penmanship, that in fact the style was similar to Marseille, except that her fur coat did come in handy.
"Darling child," her Mother wrote, "Please do tell me of your impressions of the Eiffel tower, Notre Dame, the other sites you have seen? You have not mentioned a word of their beauty to me?"
"Oh Maman, Paris is beautiful and I have found that I can-can...................."
Do good girls ever go crazy?