Wednesday…. — This Morning put up my Papers &c. and at half past eleven bid adieu to Paris. Van Staphorst calls just as I am going off, and desires to hear from me immediately upon my Arrival. I go thro Bourget and another Village to Louvres which is three Posts over a Plain of sandy Loam, and on the Way observe two Men sowing, I suppose either Barley or Oats but it is somewhat early for either the one or the other. From hence to La Chapelle en Servat, a Post and a Half over Ground a little waving in small Swells but sandy and almost barren. From thence to Senlis, one Post thro a very wretched Forest which belongs I believe to Chantilly. It is a cold Sand with long coarse Grass in Tufts among the Trees which stand very thinly; a Plain. Senlis is a pretty large Town of small Houses. (…) The Weather this Day has been prodigiously fine and Men, Women, Birds and Beasts seem to feel the infusive Force of Spring.