Monday, May 24:
Breakfast in the summerhouse; before that, a walk in the palace gardens. R. drinks his medicinal waters.
Still no idea where to find a Siegfried. In the afternoon we drove out to the theater, and as usual there were only gloomy experiences: the workers are doing nothing, the orchestra pit is still too small, the ground clearance has scarcely begun, and in two months’ time rehearsals are supposed to begin!
In the evening we read some tales with great enjoyment: The Jackal and the Drum, The Two Murderers, The Young and the Sweeper.