File:Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna (1877) (14590211747).jpg

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Title: Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna
Year: 1877 (1870s)
Authors: Stieler, Karl, 1842-1885 Cavagna Sangiuliani di Gualdana, Antonio, conte, 1843-1913, former owner. IU-R Paulus, Eduard, 1837-1907 Kaden, Woldemar, 1838-1907 Trollope, Frances Eleanor, d. 1913 Trollope, Thomas Adolphus, 1810-1892
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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eggar-boywith an exquisite Raphaelesque face, fast asleep. From the Annunziata the way lies through the most fashionable streets to the FontaneAmorosc, where the ascent begins to the Acqua Sola, the most favourite promenade inGenoa. The plateau on which these gardens are laid out is nearly one hundred andfifty feet above the sea, so that you have a limitless view beyond the roofs of the townand its rocky bastions, over the blue waters. I descended from the Acqua Sola to thesea-level again, by stony and deserted paths where chance was my only guide. Athreatening storm was gathering in the heavens as I came out from these winding ways inthe immediate neighbourhood of the Palazzo Doria. The mass of white houses wasrelieved in marble pallor against the black clouds swiftly rolling up behind it; and now forthe first time I realized the bold character of the physiognomy of the town, and the cor-rectness of her appellation, La Superba, as she stood there majestic and defiant, with GENOA. 125
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HARBOUR OF GENOA. the angry sea rolling dark foam-crested waves at her feet! I hastened down a steepstreet by the Muro dei Zingari (Gipsies Wall), which leads through a western suburb ofthe town, but the stormy wind blew clouds of dust in my face with such violence that atlength I was fain to take refuge in a dirty little ostcria which I found by the road-side. 126 ITAL Y. Here, under a vine-covered porch in front of the house, a party of grimy-visaged fellows,workmen employed in the arsenal, were sitting drinking; for it was Saturday evening, andthe wages had just been paid. They clinked their glasses, and quarrelled, and sang, andadded a most diabolical riot to the noise of the howling wind. However one must allowthat they displayed the merits which are in general characteristic of the Italian workmen :—sobriety and frugality. It is only the noise that is greater with them, not the consump-tion ; for three Italians will make a greater row over one poor bottle of wine, than wouldth

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