¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 We, like they, buy tickets to “Monaco and return”. Its the custom, because so many people have nothing left wherewith to buy a return ticket, a growth from vile necessity-
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 At 12 1/2 oclock our first-class train is off, starting from the ‘strangers quarter” thence across the River through another long tunnel emerging into the old town of Ville Franche whos [sic] harbor is one of the best on the northern coast, so large and finely sheltered. At anchor in the bay are two French men-o’-war and an American between them. They always lay here instead of the small harbor at Nice which keeps full of their local crafts-
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 The distance from Nice to Ville Franche in a straight line must be about two miles, but the ragged serpentine coast makes the road much farther. The carriage ride over the mountain is one of the most magnificent in Europe, along the brow of the mountain commanding an extended panorama of varied views over the sea and the villages amid orange orchards below the highway- Mr C. attempted to read a letter was was forcibly reminded of the great number of tunnels through which we were passing.
¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 In half an hour we are at Monaco station, (5 minutes further, around the hill is the station for the Monaco gambling house) where we take carriages to the city, down across the narrow peninsula, thence up the steep road around to the left, held up by a grand succession of masonwork, winding around the outer crest of the high rock which holds the town of Monaco, standing out in the sea like an Island, clumps and rows of Cactucs [sic] overhanging the roadway, patches of Cactus covered with