great truth. So we shall start Saturday, I, my aunt, Dina, and
Paul.


July 29th, 1873.

During the journey the most open-hearted gaiety did not cease to
reign among us. O, how disagreeable Italy is on account of the
Italians, how dirty they are! We wanted to take a bath, and I did
not expect to have such luck in an Italian hotel in Genoa. I was
greatly surprised when they brought it to me.

At ten o'clock we at last reached our destination. We went to the
Grand Hotel. Everything is magnificent. I am pleased with it. I
wanted to take a bath. It is too late.

We all went to the Exposition and saw a part of Germany, England,
and France. The costumes were heavenly.

That is the way I shall dress later. How beautiful art can render
finery! I adore dress, because it will mate me pretty and give
pleasure to the man I love, and I shall be happy. Then dress bestows
Paradise upon earth.

The Russian pavilion is extremely beautiful, everything is fine. We
breakfasted at the Russian restaurant. It is neither restaurant nor
Russian. It is a sort of German beer-hall. The servants are dressed
in red, a perfect caricature. It isn't surprising that Russians
should be taken for Turks. I am having a good time to-day. The first
two it seemed as though I was in a lethargy. That happens to me