…across the bay) from their terrace. The director speaks Spanish better than I do and six or seven other languages as well. They have treated Diego very well and they like me very much.
I’m sending you one of the newspapers where they wrote about us. We have been in about six newspapers, but I haven’t been able to get copies of them all.
I’m writing this letter so poorly because I’m lying down. As usual, I’ve had some inflammation, but the wives of the other artists have been very good to me. One of them came and gave me a hot water bottle and the other one swept for me and cleaned up the whole house. One is French and speaks Spanish. Her name is Ginette. The other one is a gringa, but she’s very friendly and a good kid.
We live in the studio of a sculptor named Stackpole. It’s fashioned in Parisian style with one very large room, about three times as big as the living room in our own house in Coyoacan. There is a drawing table, a chaise longue, a sofa, a fireplace, and a small desk. Then there is a small room that serves as a kitchen/dining room with a big table, a water heater, gas burners and a sink for doing dishes. It’s comfortable enough.