¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 historically famous during the petty struggles for hundreds of years past, now the carcass’s of the illustrious steeds, from which the lazy vultures are picking a scanty living-
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 In two hours we reach Pisa. Our omnibus is stopped at the city gate through the old fortification wall- the official asks a question or two which our Hotel Porter answars [sic] and then without any revenue trouble to us, orders the driver to “via”- Rattle along half mile further between dark rows of high old houses, to the Arno which runs through the centre of the city, as at Florence. Over the bridge we are treated to an illumination, which the citizens have nightly, from the hundreds of gas lamps close together, bordering each shore as it curves away out of sight, reflecting in the moving waters.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 1 We reach Hotel Victoria, the fourth house from the bridge, on the left, facing the Arno. Not good, but as good as the Bretagne or Peverada near us, each of which, all three, enjoy the grand prefix of “Grand Hotel” Raining-
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 13th [December 1870] Good Breakfast, liberal in amount. Kept hot by covered dishes, better than Florence- 1120 train Henry and I go to Cararra [sic], two and quarter hours ride, changing cars at Avenza from whence we go four miles on a branch road built only for marble freighting, and find Cararra [sic] at the foot of the hills which has so long supplied the world with marble, especially statuary marble.
¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 No omnibus, we walk to town through the wind and rain. On the sidewalk in town, the town guide accosts us, we hire him, and are shown more marble shops within the next three hours than we could have found in two days. Scores of shops, all full of workmen, cutting, carving, “sculpting”, monuments, mantle pieces, figures