Wednesday, 9 July 1884
Wild dashes through Paris, Neuilly, the fortifications, and so on.# Mercredi 9 juillet 1884
The architect was summoned here this morning. He is the third person to tell me that there are never wrestlers performing outdoors in Paris. So... I am left with jugglers and the street with its physiognomies — was that not what I wanted?
L'architecte a été appelé ici ce matin...
Yes, but the wrestlers...
Oui, mais les lutteurs...
Until I have found what I am looking for, it is hell.
Tant que je n'aurai pas trouvé c'est un enfer.
Here is Julian writing to me. Rotten beast. But I care absolutely nothing about it. He feels guilty — see the flattery at the end.
Voilà Julian qui m'écrit. Sale bête va...
Ah! My painting!!
Ah ! mon tableau II
Thursday, 10 July 1884.
Jeudi 1 0 juillet 1 884
Small dinner. The Gavinis, Vicomtesse Pernetti, Saint-Amand, Géry, Zuccarini.
Petit dîner. Les Gavini, vicomtesse Pernetti, Saint-Amand, Géry, Zuccarini.
This Zuccarini was aide-de-camp to the late Duke of Parma, a relic of imperial Nice. He is well past fifty, but at thirty paces he looks like a young man entirely — quite short, slight, with a small black moustache. He is already turning into that type of little old-young man, and will die still wearing this envelope of a young man.
Ce Zuccarini a été aide de camp de feu duc de Parme...
I feel unwell and nearly faint at table — fortunately it does not happen. It is hot and these people do not amuse me.
Je me sens mal et manque m'évanouir à table...