The mosquitoes woke me ten times in the night. I get up a little pale but strong and at ease.
I have luncheon as I have not had in a long time, and it seems as though I have eaten nothing.
At ten past one we get back in the carriage with an Italian marquis and marchioness and their baby.
Come, let me collect my thoughts a little! The more I have to tell, the less I write. It is because I am impatient, on edge when I have a great deal...
All this time the tip of my nose has been itching — and well! what do we learn? The death of the Baroness de Delvig, a lady we had known at...
At midday we go to the Uffizi Gallery, which connects, moreover, with the Pitti and which I saw yesterday as much as one can see in passing.
We leave superb Florence — ==this leopard, light and very swift, that was covered with a spotted== [illegible], as long-nosed Dante says.
At half past five we are woken and back in the carriage. What a pity railways did not exist in Dante's time — he would certainly have made them one...
There! Two days I have written nothing — I had forgotten my journal, but it was moaning in its white box, and here it is again.
Yesterday I had barely been in bed ten minutes when a quantity of rhymes presented themselves and gave me no peace until I got up, lit the candle,...