¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 [SOMETHING MISSING] eggers (?) everywhere. Each driver, porter, or commissionaire who can open a door, point the way, or seize a small satchel that you can easily carry yourself, bows very suggestively with raised cup as though he had a right to pay, for his labor.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 How strange about the weather! We have come quite direct from Munich, far north, where we expected much snow, without being troubled— to arrive at Ferrara in snow half a foot deep, on the level plains of Central Italy where we expected balmy southern atmosphere all winter-
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 From the depot in three miserable little one horse cabs. (the best) Henry and I crowded in with two fat Italians smoking cigars which my open window cant drown, our bundles piled up to our ears, we reach Hotel de l’Europe which one glance shows is not Padua not even Verona.