sometimes. It is over now. The Italian statues are very original.
There are some remarkable expressions of face.

Say what you like, our native land is always our native land.
Everything that is Russian in the pavilion is beautiful. I looked
eagerly. There were Russian names on the goods. My eyes filled with
tears.

At seven o'clock, we went to hear the band. There were a great many
people, the music was very captivating, thoroughly Viennese. When
this orchestra stopped, another began. All sorts of persons, members
of the imperial family, fashionable ladies, young dandies, a whirl
of gaiety.

The Viennese climate is delicious, not like Nice, which is burning
hot in summer.

At last! We are leaving! We are in the train. There is no time to
collect one's thoughts. We pass cities, cottages, huts, and in each
dwelling people are talking, loving, quarrelling, bestirring
themselves. Every human being whom we see, smaller than a fly, has
his joys and sorrows. We are talking so much of Baden. We shall
pass through it to-morrow. I should like to go there.

At five o'clock in the morning I was waked. We were approaching
Paris. I dressed quickly, but there were fifty minutes to spare. We
went to the Grand Hotel.

Paris is comical in the morning. Nothing to be seen except butchers,
pastry cooks, boot-makers, restaurant keepers, opening and cleaning