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Title: The Mediterranean : its storied cities and venerable ruins
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Bonney, T. G. (Thomas George), 1833-1923 Armstrong, Margaret, 1867-1944, binding designer Margaret Armstrong Binding Collection (Library of Congress) DLC
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Publisher: New York : James Pott & Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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e charming; the hotelsare comfortable, and the prices are still by no meansprohibitive. San Remo comes next in order of the cosmopolitanwinter resorts: San Remo, thickly strewn with spectacledGermans, like leaves in Vallombrosa, since the EmperorFrederick chose the place for his last despairing rally.The Teuton finds himself more at home, indeed, acrossthe friendly Italian border than in hostile France; and theSt. Gotthard gives him easy access by a pleasant routeto these nearer Ligurian towns, so that the Fatherlandhas now almost annexed San Remo, as England hasannexed Cannes, and America Nice and Cimiez. Builtin the evil days of the Middle Ages, when every housewas a fortress and every breeze bore a Saracen, SanRemo presents to-day a picturesque labyrinth of streets,lanes, vaults, and alleys, only to be surpassed in thequaint neighboring village of Taggia. This is the heartof the earthquake region, too; and to protect themselvesagainst that frequent and unwelcome visitor, whose mark
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SAN REMO 159 may be seen on half the walls in the outskirts, the in-habitants of San Remo have strengthened their housesby a system of arches thrown at varying heights acrossthe tangled paths, which recalls Algiers or Tunis. Fromcertain points of view, and especially from the east side,San Remo thus resembles a huge pyramid of solid ma-sonry, or a monstrous pagoda hewn out by giant handsfrom a block of white free-stone. As Dickens wellworded it, one seems to pass through the town by goingperpetually from cellar to cellar. A romantic railwayskirts the coast from San Remo to Alassio and Savona,It forms one long succession of tunnels, interspersed withfrequent breathing spaces beside lovely bays, the pea-cocks neck in hue, as the Laureate sings of them. Onetown after another sweeps gradually into view roundthe corner of a promontory, a white mass of housescrowning some steep point of rock, of which Alassioalone has as yet any pretensions to be considered a homefor northern visitors. VIII

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