Thursday, 2 May 1878

In the afternoon I went through the Exposition with Schaeppi.
What more to say of the French Republic — that it is not a government of order and economy! They have strewn the paths with horribly sharp stones; foreigners arrive in their best attire and deal with them on their feet; the paths will be paved for nothing, feet bruised and shoes torn — you can see from here the economy in paving and the profit to the arts, the chiropodists, and the cobblers' trade. We visited the Beaux-Arts section, or at least what was open. It is truly ridiculous to open an exposition when nothing is yet finished.
Berthe writes. Yorke has called.
Cassagnac has behaved like a pig; we relied on him so completely that we have nothing to reproach ourselves with.
An animal who took advantage of the occasion to kiss women — that is all; not at all a brother, nor a lover. That evening has done him great harm in my eyes, and to me in his.