Saturday, November 5:
Arrival in sunshine at eleven o’clock. Much waving from boats, and the waiting people storming on board, which, since it hinders our leaving the ship, makes R. very indignant. But then he joins in our laughter. Arrival at the Hotel des Palmes, rooms 24, 25, 26, with a conservatory terrace overlooking the garden, the children on the ground floor opposite; everything nice and homely and green. Rub. welcomes us, we have breakfast, unpack, and drive through the town, which makes little appeal after Naples. I observe to R. that this is hardly likely to become our permanent winter abode for the future.