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January 9, 1951

Rome, Italy. Mild, Sunny.

Took Sandy for a haircut today and if it had been left to the barber we would have paid him for nothing. When I tried to tell him I wanted all his hair cut off (as usual) he just drew a blank. Then a lady who spoke both English & Italian helped me - She didn't agree but she helped. By the way the barber acted I ruined his whole day just by one haircut - Poor soul - When we left he was still shaking his head. Oh well, Sandy said he didn't like the barber either.

Saw the Colliseum and was mildly disappointed maybe because it was so dirty. Expected such a famous thing to be worthy of its upkeep.

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