Tuesday, May 2:
R. had a good night, and while I am in my bath, I hear him playing the Porrazzi melody! There is a lot of chat with friend Jouk., then a walk in the palace gardens, where the swans from the Fantaisie both please and sadden us, since their water is not very nice. We stop at the poultry yard, the turkey amuses R.: “A butcher’s shop in front, a fashion magazine behind,” he says. In the evening our neighbors and the mayor, which makes R. irritable, and he flies into a great rage - think about the newspaper here.