(The word for Wednesday I like – Mittwoch).
Becoming a night-hawk. Have been to the Opera Tiefland by Eugen d’Albert, and enjoyed it. Again was handicapped by having not the slightest sketch of the plot, but on the whole the music and acting were explanatory enough. The curtain rose after a very brief overture on a magnificent Alpine scene in early dawn. There was no entre-act after the first scene, the orchestra carrying straight on, and the lights remaining off until the next – an interior. The end of the first act, and the beginning of the last act are strongly reminiscent of Butterfly – the dawn rising on the same scene.
Went to some public baths – splendid affairs with hot showers and a huge tepid swimming pool. Wallowed in it. We got no change of clothes, but a party of Canadians did. Took off my tunic and borrowed a Canadian’s cap (far too small) and drew a charge from their dump. The man in charge saw through the disguise, but enjoyed the joke enough to let it pass.