Went in the evening to the Théâtre de Carignan, where an opera buffa is performed all the summer. It appears as wide, but not so deep, as Drury Lane; the Prince of Carignan's box occupies the place of the king’s at the other house. The king never comes to this. The dancing consists almost entirely of feats of agility worthy of Sadler’s Wells, continued vaulting into the air, and the higher they jump the more bravos or bravas they receive from the delighted pit. The dresses elegant and various, and the stage well filled.