Then there is a bedroom where Diego can’t sleep on the bed. It has a box spring and becomes completely deformed when Diego lies on it. There’s a small wardrobe for keeping things and a Mexican chair. There’s a warm shower and a toilet. All of this is on the top floor of 716 Montgomery Street or, on the other side, at number 15 Jessop Place. It’s best to write to Montgomery.
For now, we still go out for breakfast, dinner, and supper, but they will arrange deliveries of milk, bread, and butter to the house so we’ll only have to go out for dinner. Everything is on gas, and, since I won’t have to light the fire or anything else, there isn’t a lot of work for me.
We live very close to Chinatown. It’s almost around the corner. Chinese men and women go around as in the pictures wearing their authentic costumes. Up to now, I’ve only seen old Chinese women and children, and they are beautiful. I haven’t seen any young Chinese women. They sell wonderful things, beautiful robes and tons of other things. The loveliest here in general are the young children. They are enormous and beautiful. But the teenage girls are horrible and so are the young boys. I’ll continue this letter later…