Wednesday, November 10:
Our morning conversation leads us to Coppélia, a vulgarity of melody that is peculiarly Parisian, which reminds us of pictures in newspapers, such as La Vie Moderne, which L. has sent us. We have a sitting at Gedon's with Lenbach.
A magnificent bouquet from the King inaugurates the Lohengrin performance. R. watches it from the royal box, we from below. Otherwise a completely empty theater. On me it is the tragedy in particular which makes an impact. R., dissatisfied with the tempi, tells Levi that conductor and producer deserve to be sent God knows where. But he got much pleasure from his meeting with the King, whom he found completely unchanged.