Sat 22. [22 April 1893] Left Marseille at 12.30 after wandering about, shopping and buying strawberries. Comfortable boat and quite smooth sea. I have a cabin to myself - Gott sei dank! There is a Frenchwoman on board dressed in a long trained gown and quite quite a low bodice showing fat neck before and behind and surmounted by a sailor hat and an elaborate veil! Worse than she an English couple, the woman insufferably prim, evidently thinking it fine to do abroad all the things she is accustomed to do in England - she had better have stayed at home selon moi. She talks of how she hates a steamer as though she usually travelled on a sailing yacht and they allude to his delicate wines while they sip the Vin du pays disdainfully! Beasts. Not so bad on acquaintance, but very funny, they think nothing of French cookery because there are no potatoes and have travelled all over the world only to remain the most bigoted islanders!