Sunday, November 6:
Quite a good night in spite of some deficiencies in the beds. The sun smiles upon us, and we smile back. Our first deed is to rescue birds, which are hunted with lures and cages smeared with birdlime. Drive to the Flora, which pleases R. greatly.
Spent a long time in the evening sitting on the terrace, in moonlight. The idyllic aspect of Palermo is beginning to captivate us. And R. in his contentment is infinitely kind toward me.
Melancholy news about Lusch and Father. R. intends to persuade my father to join us permanently.