text_original: To day we reached Dinant, this lovely little playboy of a town, its feet in the Meuse, its head wearing an old old citadel on a cliff grown up with trees and ferns. You would love it so, Mother McCullon. And here it is the same watchful, dangerous quiet.
text_transcription: TO DAY WE REACH DINAR THIS LOVELY LITTLE PLAYBOY OF A TOWN ITS STEET AND THE MEW ITS HEAD WEARING AN OLD CITADEL ON A CLIFF GROWN UP WITH TREES AND FERNS YOU WOULD LOVE IT SO MOTHER MACCULAN AND HERE IT IS THE SAME WATCHFUL DANGEROUS QUIET
phonemes: tə dˈeɪ wiː ɹˈiːtʃt dˈɪnənt, ðɪs lˈʌvli lˈɪɾəl plˈeɪbɔɪ əvə tˈaʊn, ɪts fˈiːt ɪnðə mjˈuːs, ɪts hˈɛd wˈɛɹɪŋ ɐn ˈoʊld ˈoʊld sˈɪɾədˌɛl ˌɔn ɐ klˈɪf ɡɹˈoʊn ˌʌp wɪð tɹˈiːz ænd fˈɜːnz. juː wʊd lˈʌv ɪt sˈoʊ, mˈʌðɚ mə kˈʌlən. ænd hˈɪɹ ɪɾ ɪz ðə sˈeɪm wˈɑːtʃfəl, dˈeɪndʒɚɹəs kwˈaɪət.