July 11--Paul Signac, Notre-Dame-de-la-Garde (La Bonne Mere), Marseilles. Luisa stood watching the boat burn. The men were silhouetted in the smoke and flames as they fought the fire. She wondered why the boat burned at all. Yes, it was wood and canvas, both flammable, but it was a boat, surrounded by water. The timbers must absorb water. How could it burn? She had seen Parkes drying out wood for the fireplaces by leaning it around the great stove in the kitchen. Maybe that's what made the boat fire so smoky. The fire wasn't making any noise, neither were the sailors fighting it. No one shouted orders, no one called for help. The boat was lower in the water now and the fireboat had just rounded the point, bells clanging. It made its way through the thicket of sailboats to come to the aid of the stricken craft.
How come no one on the sailboats or on shore were moving to help? That's what I want to know. Ah, well, you know the French... Adieu, mes amis. At least until tomorrow.