Saturday, 28 June 1879

More or less the usual Saturday visitors.
After the lesson I went with Wiik to the Louvre, where Lundahl is making a commissioned copy.
We bought fruit on the way and ate it behind a curtain in the recess of a doorway in a French gallery.
It is too hot for me to write.
Pen sketch of a figure reclining on a day bed, torso raised and legs stretched out, beside the sentence «Il fait trop chaud pour que je puisse écrire.»
Pen sketch: a woman reclining on a day bed Mon Journal, t. 13, p. 50