Slept pretty well. Morning cold ― but fine.
I now tend towards steam to Genoa fr. Marseilles ― & giving up the Corniche this year.
Rose late. Flanéed ― & bought Photographs till 1 ― or 2: after which I walked along the Quais ― looking at all the old books to find ― Tennyson’s Poems. The wonderful beauty of Paris| The Morgue. The Jardin des Plantes ― cold & ill kept.
Dined at 4 ― & at 6. came to the Marseilles Station. Off by 7.45.
2. Talkative folk ― going to Montpelllier ― & 2 very nice young people opposite me ― an officer in the Roman Garrison ― with his, (I think) newly married wife. She was wonderfully pretty ― & to look at her “amused” ― pleased me all night. These were nice specimens of young humanity ― both.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]