Quite perfect cloudless all day: cold early ― but later not so.
Rose at 6. ― & at 7. ― coffee had ― & all things prepared I & G. set off ― & are up at Chateau [Smolett] by 8. ―
Drew Villefranche till 9.30 ― & then thro’ the town.
[Drawing] at various roadside (& very dangerous) points till 11.30, ― when we went on to Beaulieu. And very lovely it is ― & below vast rocks ― with aloes, & blue sea &c. ― Here we lunched: it was as warm as June. Baccalà ― & sandwiches ― & some small black sausages ― uneatable. A μεθυσμένος stopped & begged for a cigar, & bitter regrets ensued that we did not give him one of those sausages, which he had certainly tried to light. Going back to the harbour of Villa Franca, we walked nearly to the Telegraph on the highest point, & then back, & began to ascend the short road about 4, Innumerable drunken Russian sailors. Home by 6.Βέβαιως ― those yellow green feathery pines of Villefranche, & the calm dark bay, are a loveliness.
Dined: penned out till 10. Wrote to William Lushington.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]