Saturday, 3 April 1880

Courtès goes off to his Angoulême. Our usual company. Soutzo sends a marvellous basket of flowers from Labrousse’s -- roses, camellias, lilacs, etc. -- and in the middle, strawberries on stems in earth. In addition, a basket of enormous strawberries.
This evening we go to the Venezuelan legation. Miranda sent the invitation. The Spanish colony is very elegant; the women are beautiful with beautiful shoulders, splendid diamonds; except for two or three mothers, there was not an ugly woman or one with those hideous exposures one sees at balls. That beautiful human flesh was a pleasure to see. My own exposed skin causes a sensation. I am dressed in a cloud of tulle as always, only I had slipped into my sash the stems of a whole cluster of white lilac that hung down over the tulle, an entire large bouquet of branches. We are introduced to many people; I dance. We make the acquaintance of several ladies. Andrieux comes to greet us and renew his offers of service on any occasion.
He did not introduce his wife, who was there, although Maman complimented him on her beauty. A tall, thin, pale blonde woman with blond curly hair; rather pretty.