I wrote 700 words of "the Vanguard" before leaving Genoa for Menton. A beautiful day, hot. We left by the Pullman at 11.58 and arrived at Menton promptly just after 3 (French time), despite Customs and passports. Train stuffy on account of an oldish gentleman who had just recovered from influenza and was justifiably afraid of draughts.
The atmosphere of the Winter Palace is mainly English. The dinner scene in the large restaurant was markedly English. I haven't yet heard an American accent; which is very odd after Rome.
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