Dear Frieda

I am so sorry I was not in
New York to see you arrive. What fun
you must be having – The wife of the
biggest artist in the world in the
biggest city in the world. Do you like
New York better than San Francisco?
Clifford tells me you are living on the
twenty-seventh floor. You must command
a marvelous view.

I suppose Clifford has told you
of our visit in Monterey, and that
he painted a little fresco there in the
house of Mr. Morris. I having been
waiting to see the photographs of it
which have not been sent yet. Also
I intended sending you a lot of snap-
shots taken there, but at the moment
Cristina has borrowed the negatives.
We had a very interesting time
there – and I was very lazy with

no work to do – Clifford and I went
up in the auto-giro while it was there.
We also visited the enormous yacht
of Howard Hughes. It was very
[illegible] exciting – it was anchored in
Monterey Bay and we were met by
a speed boat. It was my first
opportunity to ride in a speed boat.
It’s such fun.

I am staying with a friend – I
am very lucky that she has asked
me to stay with her because although
it is terrible to be separated from Clifford
it is not as lonely as it might be
if I were living in my studio. Also,
not so dangerous. One of the people
who have rented the other studio in
our building is a nephew of Maynard
Dixion – I can’t remember his name.
He told me Maynard is going to
do a fresco when he gets back
from his trip to New Mexico – He

said he prepared the walls for [lime?]. He
also is painting a large fresco himself
in our building – I think it is
terrible. From the drawings I thought
it might be all right but the painting
is very bad. My friend has just
come home and brought me the mail
with a picture of the “[illegible]”. Thank
you so much dear. I wish I could
afford to come to New York, but it costs
almost as much as a trip to Mexico.
Maybe if it is possible I might go
later by boat. I think it is cheaper.

I saw the boat that was leaving
for Taihiti today. Mrs. Morris came
from Monterey to see the boat leave –
Some friends of hers were leaving – Every-
one seemed so gay I wished I had
been going.

My dressmaker made me a new
dress – it’s black. I am putting
a little dope – on my hair to make
it a better color – so it will go with

the new dress- don’t tell Clifford – he will
think I am extravagant. I saw your
Chinese dressmaker the other day and
she asked after you. Also the postman
wanted to know where you were –
They all miss you. I have not
seen Albert Bender for a long time, and
Emily Joseph has been out of town
so I have no news – Poor Puccinelli
is still the same. He is painting
the portrait of the daughter of Lucien
[Labant?]. Ralph and Guinette are staying
in their new house – on Telegraph
hill. It is very nice.

Wish I could be in New York.

Lots of love, and best wishes to
Diego! Jean.