Friday, 15 October 1875

With my old grey felt I make myself a hat. The brim turned up slightly on each side, a silver clasp in front from beneath which spring two fine grey feathers covering the crown — and nothing more.
The weather is wintry but not too cold.
I went out this morning too, but saw no one, except the little dark Englishman.
In the afternoon there is no one; I go down and we walk, and encounter Mme Pirate on foot as well. I almost touched her skirt we were so close.
The windows of the surprising but stupid Emile d'Audiffret, open for a moment this morning, are closed again.
Bihovetz and Mme de Daillens dine with us. Mme de Daillens reads the cards for me, and foretells a letter that will interest me enormously, following which I shall have to make a great decision.
I also read the tarot cards for the General, and according to the cards he will die soon. I took care not to tell him.
I forgot! My aunt went to buy fruit outside the church of Sainte-Réparate, in the old town of Nice, very near the cloth shop of Audiffret frères et neveu. The women immediately formed a circle around me; I sang in a half-voice le rossignol che vola — which sent them into raptures — and the oldest ones began to dance. I said what I know in Niçois, and in a word: popular triumph. The apple-seller curtsied to me, crying: che bella regina!
I do not know why common people love me, and I myself feel well among them; I think myself a queen; I speak to them with benevolence and depart after a little ovation, as today.
If I were queen, the people would adore me.

Notes

The church of Sainte-Réparate is the cathedral of Nice, in the heart of the old town. It faces a small square that served as a produce market.
In Italian/Niçois in the original. "The nightingale that flies" — a popular song in the Niçois dialect (Occitan variant). This is the same "nightingale" Marie uses as her code name for Audiffret.
In Italian in the original. "What a beautiful queen!"