Dear Paris M,

I hope this letter finds you well and settled in your new home. The appointments you mentioned in your last letter sound fascinating. J'adorerais avoir autant de beaux jouets. Pardon my French.

Doctors here have yet to boil their instruments with any regularity, so I expect an influx of plagued visitors any day now. It means more mess for me, but I do enjoy having a full house, every room filled, and the melted ice dripping from the cabinets.

As yet, our surgery only allows family to visit, but I hear from Frankfurt that you are the envy of Europe due to the observation lounge. Who would have guessed you'd be as big an attraction as the Tiergarten? After a near-century of distinction, I think Schonbrunn will understand and gracefully pass the torch.

I will say, I don't think I would much enjoy having so many Quicks rambling through my halls and disturbing my guests. But, you have always been a bit.. avante garde. Give my best to Saint-Antoine. Retirement can be frightening, and so little remains of the old ways. Not sure the modern age is for me. I grow tired of all the changes. I finally understand what Jianyang tried to tell me all those years ago.

Don't mind my grumpiness. I look forward to hearing more about your adventures.

Your friend always,

Pergamum