Friday, October 13:
R. begins a sort of spa cure (eau de Vichy), and the pretty morning walks seem to do him good. He writes to Herr von Schl., telling him something of his situation and saying that the only thing at the festival which was really successful was what the Schleinitzes themselves brought about.
Walk in the afternoon. In the evening the tarantella danced by Sorrento people in the hall of the hotel, also some of their plays. One of the women was extremely graceful in an unstudied, natural sort of way. At the end, Die Wacht am Rhein. Our waiter confessed to us that he had been in Berlin and had brought it back and taught it to the people here!