The view from my window in the Imperial Hotel, (a big simple modern mass) of the Jantar Mantar, over the wall of the lovely garden.
The bearers who take care of us dress in the Indian counterpart of zoot suits.
I fall asleep and dream of a white clap–board town in Connecticut, with the gray gulls and white window I see the white caps on the blue harbor, and smell the fresh salt in the so’west breeze.
The "white clap–board town in Connecticut" was Stonington, where he had a house with a studio in the back. These are are a couple of photographs probably taken after the war. I do need to restore them.
This is a detail of the above photograph.