July 7 1915 The Niagara docked this morning at 2 while I was get asleep. Many silly passengers were still on deck, I believe. We were up to a 7 o'clock breakfast landed at 7:30 following a short seance with the port inspectors at wh. our passports were approved. The customs were a farce -- no inspection. By 9:30 we were off to see the town, Bordeaux, some 500,000 Frenchmen are supposed to live here. To a hastey examination (we had only 3 hours) the city appeared ancient, Thrifty and dirty. It is decidedly [foreign?] if that phrase means anything. It does to an American youth seeing his first French town. For one Franc we rode in a Cab [with] baggage across the town to the Gare! We than went to cable our safe arrival to america. This cost us 7 francs. We caught a hasety lunch and so filled in the time before our 11 o'clock train to Paris.
Across from our dock lay two ships on which German prisons were quartered. There was little to call bellligerant in the scenes we saw. We were struck with the number of very old women we saw on the streets. We made this same observation last summer in