August 18, 1933
from My Blue Notebooks, Liane de Pougy
Something extraordinary happened today. I had gone to Toulon to buy some silk thread. As I came out of the shop a silhouette very familiar to me was coming in, I glimpsed a half-ironic, half-amused smile: Nathalie! As soon as our eyes met I began almost to run away, making for the Cafe de la Rade. There I felt safe, lost in the crowd, alone at my table. I was beautiful : white pyjamas, long white crepe de chine jacket with a navy blue belt. I haven't set eyes on Nathalie for eight years. Will that really turn out to be the last look?
Source: Liane de Pougy, My Blue Notebooks. Trans. Diana Athill. Tarcher/Putnam, 2002.