Now, this to me was a natural pose. du Barry on his father's boat as the Russian tall ship, Kruzenstern, passed by. Later that day, we would visit the Kruzenstern in our linen, dropped waist skirts and flirt with the Russian sailors. I remember one incident, in particular, where my parisol fell overboard to great commotion. Peter never allowed such actions to befall him; I continually dreamt them up.