Dear Mr. Dormandi,

As you can see, we are in Venice, and we leave tomorrow for Florence. We had a hard ride from Budapest to Venice, reaching here at 1:30 in the morning. But the town is lovely, well-worth the trip.

We went out to the Lido yesterday, all day. The sun was hot, and I’m all sun-burned today, as red as a lobster. Speading of fish, we tried your scampi – and scampi turned out to be shrimp, which we eat all the time at home. Very good.

We’re missing you – and wishing we’d stayed in Budapest for a few more days. You were very kind to us, and I can’t think you enough for your gracious hospitality. I feel that I’ve made a good friend in Budapest – and I hope you feel that you have two good friends in New York – Louise and myself.

I won’t write too much for I know that reading Englist is an unpleasant task for you. So – thanks again for everything. I can’t tell you how much we’ve enjoyed knowing you and being with you, and how much we’re looking forward to seeing you again. And I’m certain we shall see each other again. My wife sends her best regards to you.

Sincerely, Lee Falk