¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 20th [December 1870] One night in Genoa is enough to disgust the most indifferent. Noise confusion, yelling, singing, early and late. All night. And our landlord cant give us any better rooms.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 Inquiry finds the steamer to Nice this evening too small a boat to risk my precious family, so I have Henry make contracts at once with the carriage company to leave here tomorrow morning, giving but one day to this old old city of 130.000. People, full of old Palaces, and remenicences [sic] of former Glory- They have just been having a siege of small pox and many citizens show it in their faces.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 Genoa is the place to buy velvets and our ladies spend most of the day in purchasing. Filagree jewelry made of silver, and gilded, is another specialty to which we pay tribute, and in which a little money goes far when judiciously handled-
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 Many of the streets are so narrow that carriages cannot go through and others are so full of pedestrians that carriages are not allowed. Confusion, and filth unbearable. I am content to miss its curiosities, to get away as soon as possible.
¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 21st [December 1870] 10 AM train carries us west, down the coast, through forty one tunnels, past much ship building along the beach, two and quarter hours to the railway terminus at Savona, where we find our carriages awaiting us, four horses hitched to each, and at 12 1/2 we are off again, down through the long, narrow, crooked street, almost interminable it seemed amidst so much filfth. Soap, and pottery appears to be the principal article of manufacture, out along the beach, we are again blessed with bright an unclouded sun- but the roads are bad and our carriage is uncomfortable. At 5 1/2 we reach Alessio, an