DUTRONC KEEPS LOOKING AT THE DUTCH GIRLS

The hamlet of Zug: one church, one cafe, one cafe-bar

S A T U R D A Y,  1  A P R I L

Again it snowed all day, which was extremely disappointing.

While I went up to tell Ma and Pa to hurry up, Dutronc came down to breakfast, so I missed him.  Chump said that when he came in, June said, "girl or boy?"!!! Had a fab view of him all through breakfast, think he has coffee. Or maybe it's tea. Heard him speak. He's got a nice deepish voice, and sounds about 18.

Chump and me went with June, Bill and Susie to hire their boots at Strolz. Then all of us plus Ma and Pa went for a walk to Zug. It was tiring as there was so much snow. The whole road was covered, some people were on skis. We threw snowballs at every car that passed and screeched "Grussgott” - super fun. Stopped at the Café Zug and I had a coke. Walked back by a little path through the woods; Bill kept throwing snowballs at me and pushing me into the bank!

Back for lunch - Dutronc was already there. He looked at me as I walked in. But he had his back to me and he kept on looking at the Dutch girls. He left ages before his parents. He is tall. His legs are incredibly thin. About 2pm the Dutch people left.

Went to the Kriegerhorn - I wore a rug going up. We had a rotten ski down (Osthang) - you couldn't see a thing. Worst of all it was bitterly cold. I fell over and snow sprayed onto my face. I was so frozen I cried.

Wore pale blue dress in the evening, I'd forgotten how nice it was. Read Catherine the Great in the sitting room, and we all played Never Say Die. Dutronc sat in his dark corner for a while. He was wearing the most fab grey suit with a long flared jacket. At dinner, half way through our roast beef, I looked up to find they'd gone. I was so mad because June wanted to see him standing up. To my relief, Chump, Bill and Susie didn't want pudding so we left the table early...

“and there he was with his parents, smoking a cigarette!!! ”

We sat at the dark corner table and Chump heard my feminine German nouns.

He looked sometimes. I feel so happy. He and his parents moved to a table by the fireplace, and as he got up he gave me a fab look. I looked at him too. Then Bill came down and we had such a funny time, asking each other Latin words and remembering all the nutty phrases that keep on appearing in Virgil.

I felt happier than I have for ages.

Virgil's 'Aeneid' - "the greatest Roman epic"