Friday, 1 August 1873

They woke us at five at the Austrian frontier. While I was dressing in haste, the door was opened and a doctor with a man fumigated us with a powder or I know not what, against the disease "I dare not name." It produced a disagreeable effect on me. I fell asleep again until eleven. After that I could not close my eyes, so beautiful was the landscape. What greenery! What trees! What clean houses! What pretty German girls!
How cultivated the fields are! It is charming, delicious, superb! I am not at all, as they say, insensible to the beauty of nature — on the contrary. I do not admire, certainly, the arid rocks, the pale olive trees, the dead landscape; but I admire mountains covered with green forests, with grass like a velvet carpet, charming little chalets, plains deliciously cultivated with ploughmen and women. The solemn landscape is doubtless admirable, but it is a solemn and dry admiration.
Here I spent the entire day at the window and could not find enough words to say how charmed I am. I would say "how beautiful" on seeing a landscape, but I had not finished the phrase when everything changed and a scene still more beautiful presented itself to my astonished eyes.
The express goes fast; I did not see the same thing for a minute. Everything turns, everything passes, everything flees, and everything is so beautiful! That is what I admire with all my heart. Towards eight the daylight waned, and I sat down at last — for I had been on my feet all day! At a station, little German girls came crying in my ears: "Frisch Wasser! Frisch Wasser!" I amused myself speaking Italian and English to them and pulling faces. When the conductor came, I spoke English to him. Oh! but how droll to see that bewildered face! "Was?" I burst out laughing, turning away.
Dina has a headache.
At last, around ten, we reach our destination. At the station I again smelled the odour of that fumigation, which rather discouraged me. We put up at the Grand Hotel — two rooms on the third floor, but there is a lift. Everything is superb at this hotel; I am satisfied. I wanted to take a bath, but it is too late, and we were obliged to scrub ourselves, after four days of travel, in the room. Although we washed twice a day, we arrived dirty as engine drivers. Needless to say, my aunt had the face of a condemned man the entire journey.
— Are you ill? Do you not feel anything? Does nothing hurt?
Or else:
— Do not eat that, etc. etc.
She is very good, and adores me more than anything in the world. They reassure us: there is no cholera in Vienna, and my aunt's expression brightened.
How I love Germany!
It is five past one; everyone is asleep. I shall go to bed too.
Good night.