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Saturday, 5 May 1877
When it rains and one sees nobody, that is a sad state of affairs. La Righi is common, flat-nosed, broad, ordinary. I saw no one but her and then Madame de Mirafiore. The races are tomorrow. If that is all I get for the thousand joys the cards promised me in Florence! I am going on with my portrait. Marcuard came in the evening. Ah! how dreadful it is to know nobody. People arrive in a town with letters... and as for us!Samedi 5 mai 1877
Ah! Lord, forgive me my complaints. I know it is a sin, but forgive me and deliver me.
Ah ! Seigneur, pardonnez-moi mes plaintes. Je sais que c’est un péché, mais pardonnez-moi et délivrez-moi.
God keep every honest Christian from finding himself in Florence as I do, having seen its artistic sights and unable even to see them again for want of a companion!
Dieu garde tout honnête chrétien de se trouver à Florence comme moi qui en ai vu les curiosités artistiques et qui ne peux même pas les revoir faute de compagnon !
I feel almost ill... they say I shall see Larderel tomorrow; I do not wish it.
Je suis comme malade... on dit que je verrai demain Larderel, je ne le désire pas.
The memory of my tears on the day he left makes me laugh. To think it was I who wept in front of everybody!
Le souvenir de mes larmes le jour de son départ me fait rire. C’est moi qui ai pleuré devant tout le monde !
Nothing ails me, but I am frankly bored.
Je ne souffre de rien mais je m’ennuie franchement.