Tuesday, December 2:
On my Christmas expeditions, very cold, but a clear sky. R. works; I go for a walk with him in the afternoon. We have to laugh a great deal once more about the French, who, at the mention of the flags in the Bazaine trial, all start weeping (except for Bazaine!).
In the evening took up Tannhäuser again in Coburg; as always, great delight and exaltation.