¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 vulgarity of the men of all grades and Florence beats them all. Germans, spaniards, Italians and others, will nearly choke you with cigar smoke in cars, hacks or omnibus’ and make no offer to stop the misery they see. Will do so even with their friends.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 Have seen young gallants take off their hats, bow low, put their cigars immediately into their mouths again; and puff clouds of smoke into the ladies faces, while they were carrying on a polite Chat- And the table manners of Europeans are wretched-
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 Well. I am now visiting Florence more for business than pleasure and have promised mother Wade to come again, with her, in the spring. So that I shall make no further effort to “do the town”-
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 12th At 425 P.M. We are aboard the train bound for Pisa, after a parting with our travelling [sic] companions, the Cs- of as much sober regret as though they were a part of our family. A few days ago we booked for the car doors marked “Fur nichtraucher” (in Germany) but now for “eviatori fumari”, because in a car marked “pei fumatori” we cannot complain at any amount of smoke-
¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 1 Down the Arno, through a rolling country, then sharing with the river the narrow valley xxxx of the Gonfolina, old towns upon the side hills to the right and left of us.