Sunday in Naples

I slept well, but am still tired. This precious hotel does not furnish hot water. Miss Wolff tried to quarrel with me over the war, but I wouldn’t argue. Honey for breakfast!!

At 10.20 started out to telegraph Florence and to go to the English church which I knew was near. Sent F. this telegram. “Come third. 20 minutes at Rome. Take corridor car. Be sure ticket has date stamped in lower corner.” Then started for church. Turned too soon and had to inquire and finally was escorted by a very nice Italian woman to a closed church where French and German services were held not to be opened until Oct. 1. Then I went back to the main street running along the park and found a girl who told me where the church was. I was 20 minutes late but I like to go to church. It does me good. Walked home going into a church on the way.

Took a nap after lunch. Then went out and took a long tram ride that the hotel clerk recommended – No. 6 – over the hill and along the Corso Vittorio Emmanuele and returned the same way. Walked back from the Toretta along the water. It was beautiful.

After dinner wrote part of a letter to Percy and read some of an Italian paper by means of a dictionary, but was so tired I had to give up and go to bed.