At the music, almost nothing. In the evening we go to the theatre to see the Beni Yang-Yang, an Arab troupe. I am in grey as on the Promenade, and we have the Lewins' box, the first on the first tier. The audience is a Sunday audience. Galula, the pleasant local, came to see us in our box.

The Yang-Yang are rather amusing and do quite extraordinary things. Fortune is at the theatre — Maman wanted him to see his look-alikes.