It rained furiously all night: ― & waking at 5 I perceived it was useless to hope to leave this all day. ―
So I, after a while, slept πάλιν, & did not rise till 8. Breakfast at 9. The Russ family next me ― (who have 4 governesses ― English, Italian, German, & French,) are also weatherbound, which is a bore, as they make a gt. row. After breakfast, I began to pen out, & really worked on till 3.30, finishing 2 drawings & part of a 3rd. It stopped raining about then, so I walked thro’ the town with G., as far as the bridge, the nearly dry torrent of yesterday being now a great river “rolling rapidly.” Much doubt if it were [better] to go back, or on, ― even if it be fine enough to move tomorrow. Finally resolved not to engage one of the Nice Vetturini now here, but to wait for the chance of fine weather.
Came back at 5 or so, & dined at 6, ― one feeds very well here. Later ― it is 8 now, ― it seems clearing, & I prepare once more to go onward, ― the thought of only seeing half the Corniche being disgusting. Not that I at all expect to like it, but only wish not to have it “to see” any longer.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]