Il Principe Ereditario [of Italy] arrived here on Thursday. Band and popular applause. Plenty of people in the street. Peasant girls staring at the hotel long after the Prince had definitely disappeared within. Secretaries or underlings of some sort, from one to six of them, are continuously standing on the first floor landing in front of the Crown Prince's suite. You might almost think he was more important than Mussolini!
All the way up - 8 kilometres - the road was patrolled by gendarmes at a distance of about 200 yards apart, because the Crown Prince was going up there to lunch. Strange, to think of all those gendarmes standing nearly all day in the cold (only a few of them had boards to stand on - and remember it was freezing hard), well-uniformed, barbered, cleaned, with wives and children probably - all so that the Crown Prince should see them as he drove up in his sleigh.
We took lunch with us - against my advice - and a good thing we did, for the big hotel at the top was all sixes and sevens with excitement and preparations about and for the Prince. We had difficulty in getting cocktails. The Head Waiter was not polite. After the cocktails we took our food out into the open and ate in the sunshine. Rather messy and my hands were soon very cold; but we enjoyed it.
A Spanish costume ball at night, but only two Spanish costumes and Dorothy's Spanish shawl.