Saturday, September 16:
Up early with Richard and children. Piazza dei Signori, Piazza delle Erbe, the arena, and finally breakfast a ritaliana on the banks of the Adige. Much merriment. R. returns home; I wander farther, with a porter unfortunately, and see everything imaginable. Greatest impression: San Zeno, then San Fermo. The theater is interesting, too, but above all the overall appearance of city and people, Giardino Giusti, intoxicating fragrance.
In the evening to the Teatro Ristori, Otello, very bad.