Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Tuesday, 22 April 1873

Wind and cool. At the promenade, in the carriage (vicuna garment, not bad), almost no one. I went to try on my dress.
Then, as everyone is at Monaco and Dina in her bed with her bad foot, Mlle Collignon and I, intending to go to the French Theater this evening, went to ask whether any of the Pattons would come with us, but they would not. We stayed at their house until it was time to return.
Nathalie is very amiable and nice. In a word, everyone was very amiable and nice. Before, I did not like going to their house; now I believe the contrary — they are amiable.
In the evening, to the theater — Les Mousquetaires de la Reine, a comic opera fairly well performed. The theater fairly full, but no people of consequence — besides, there are none left.
The idea of moving to Italy grows ever stronger.