Sunday, September 29:
Still putting things in order, R. very gentle as a result of my feelings yesterday. He writes to the Turkish ambassador. Visit from the mayor and his wife.
In the afternoon we go for a walk. R. recalls how long it has been since he lived in a town and says what a comfortable feeling it gives him to be married to me and to be a human being among other human beings. We resolve to familiarize ourselves with the outskirts of the town.
It starts to rain; as we seek shelter in the Grüner Baum, a woman recognizes R. and calls for an umbrella “for Herr Richard Wagner.” I write to M. Schleinitz. In the evening we begin Hoffmann’s “Signor Formica,” which R. thought of again at lunchtime and which we enjoy very much.
Letter from Frau Svendsen.