Tireless, M.me Satie went all over Rapallo, often leaving the coachman waiting for hours in front of the shops where she had to go.
Today she was also angry with her shoemaker who had promised to deliver some boots embroidered in silk a few days ago.- The delay is the embroiderer’s fault - the poor man had tried to defend himself. So she went into his shop with flashing eyes, ready to explode into a real storm, but as quick in lighting up her face with a big smile when the shoemaker handed over the wished-for shoes.