¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 4 1/2 PM. although we are at least a thousand feet above the water, an early sunset, then the clouds in picturesque variety “colored up” blushing and burning into a magnificent sea-scape
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 At 5 1/2 PM we descended to the little seaport town of Sestri, refreshed ourselves with a good Dinner by the roaring surf, entered the 730 train, which in the space of three hours reached Genoa after passing forty-five tunnels which seemed to keep us under ground more than half the time and continually bursting upon little ancient seaport towns climbing up the rocky shores, a ride that I would like to take by daylight
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 At 10 1/2 P.M. We rattle along in the Genoa Omnibus, two or three miles through dark streets continually turning to the right, until it seemed as though we were curling up into a know, when Hotel “Feder” was announced, a rusty old palace, in which the apartments are jumbled together in poor taste for Hotel keeping but the Genoa Hotels are all in old Palaces. They can be had much cheaper than to build a new.