23.3.1957
Dear Bud*
Thought you'd like a picture of my beret, in case I loose it on my travels. We've spent four hours driving around Rome in this vehicle. It was glorious. The horse eats chocolate. The cabby was a pet. Magnificent time is being had by all. When we woke up on the plane yesterday morning we were greeted by the sight of the most magnificent snow covered mountains, hundreds of miles of them, we were in Turkey and could see similar mountains over the border in Bulgaria and Yugoslavia and Albania. Unbelievably beautiful.
Will write a proper letter later. Be sure and write to us, Nan.
* Bud was a nickname for my mother Rosie.
