06 September
06 September
6 September 1920
Travelling to Menton, France
Isola Bella. How shall I buy it?
Lying facing the window I woke early. The blind was half pulled down. A deep pink light flew in the sky and the shapes of the trees, ancient barns, towers, walls were all black. The pools & rivers were quicksilver. Nearing Avignon the orchard in the first rays of sunlight shone with gold fruit - apples flashed like stars.
L.M.'s legs dangled. She dropped down, slowly waving her big grey legs, as though something pulled her, dragged her - the tangle of rich blue weeds on the red carpet. Avig -avig - Avignon she said. One of the loveliest names in the world done to death, said I. A name that spans the ancient town like a delicate bridge. She was very impressed. But then George Moore, would impress her! KM Notebooks, undated]