I think the prophecy about seven days bad weather is wrong as today was boiling hot. We walked down by the docks this morning and saw a big transport, the “Transylvania”, coming in simply packed with troops.
Went up the town this afternoon, it seems very hard to imagine it’s Sunday seeing all the shops open and everything going on as usual. Went into the Casino for a bit this evening, there was a sort of variety show going on there, not wildly exciting, all in French. We dined at the Rosette Dancing Cafe, a very low haunt, but it seemed well patronised.
Took a gharri back to camp. Another gharri drove out of a side street right into us but did us no harm – thought it caused much excitement and swearing between the two drivers.