9 April 1921

9 April 1921

Villa Isola Bella, Menton, France

Mon seul désir ici c’est dire Besfe[?] Feel apposed[?] to the distance. The barmaid. She wore an immense amount of fuzzy hair piled up on top of her head, & several very large rings which from their bright flashing look you were certain were engagement rings.
Above all cooking smells I hate that of mutton chops. It is somehow such an ill-bred smell. It reminds me of commercial travellers & second class N.Z.
I’ll stand in front of the house & knock & when the door is opened run in, past the maid, & call for whoever is there.
Should you say wasted? No — not really Something is gathered. This quiet time brings one nearer.

[KM Notebooks, undated.]