Sunday, 27 May 1877

I made up my mind to go to church, despite the annoyance caused me by all these Russians.
Coming out, while everyone was there, the famous Mme Korsakoff's son — who has come to end his days in Nice also, and had greeted us very sparingly all winter — took it into his head to greet us. We did not respond; he tried vainly to help us into the carriage, blushed, fell over himself, greeted us again, and departed with his tail so thoroughly between his legs that I am still laughing at it — as I am at the celebrated Belle-de-jour, inspector of dogs, whom I met while driving in my white carriage.
We called on Lefèvre — a social obligation.
Just think — I skate so well that I skated with Pincio in my arms.
And before Alexandre I was plain and cowardly.
Barnola came, then Laurenti... I was always out.
In the evening there was a small gathering at the Anitchkoffs — a Russian girl sang, I accompanied. Then my mandoline was sent for and I had to play, but I was tired; I only revived sufficiently to be agreeable to Mme Yakovleff — an old dragon, thin and plain, but with connections among the Troubetskoys, the Mouchys, and above all a relation who goes everywhere in Florence. This Mme Yakovleff is quite well-bred; a year or two ago Maman stopped going to her house, and as the fault is ours I am going to try to renew the connection... [Two lines cancelled: In the meantime I love, you know in what way.]
We walked back half the way — I without a hat, in my bédouin wrap, playing the mandoline. Only in front of the Café de la Victoire I had to be quiet; what dampened me was running into all the magistrates of Nice, beginning with the public prosecutor, who were concocting some legal proceedings or other under the arcades. From the Jardin Public onwards, I started again...
A year in Paris...
[Two lines cancelled.]

Notes

A bédouin is a loose hooded Bedouin-style cloak, fashionable as informal outdoor wear in the 1870s.