Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.
Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer.
Trees were so rare in that country, and they had to make such a hard fight to grow, that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit them as if they were persons. It must have been the scarcity of detail in that tawny landscape that made detail so precious.