The twenty-ninth of August. The tyrannous heat, which hath held this city in its fiery grip these many weeks, hath at last relented, and doth now but haunt the memory like a fever dream. This morn, I did wander through the pages of art and divers tongues, feasting my mind upon the wisdom of ages. Anon, with my good wife, I did perform the common errands of the day, our baskets filled with the humble necessaries of life. [recto]