¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 interresting, but for ever after I prefer to take my chances among the Donkeys in the street- The side walk is constantly filled with a jostling multitude of laborers, merchants, beggars, loafers, rags, and filth, every step meeting freshly pockmarked citizens and at every door way or alley way nearly knocked over with a different and stronger stench. Blacksmith shops, tin shops, stables, bakeries, running back into darkness, as the heavy massive columns and low arches between the side walk and street shuts out three quarters of the light. Deliver me from such “first class Hotels” but such is Genoa-
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 15th [January 1871] Sunday. This evening we are to leave for Naples in the large steamer Asia, warm, sunny, and quiet. We are all so glad that we were not tempted to go Friday night in the small steamer Adriatico as the wind has blown a continuous gale for many days past. Mr C- And I went out in a small boat to make our selection of steamers last Thursday morning.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 How gay and full of business this city must have been hundreds of years ago when the buildings were new, when the scores of Palaces were occupied and when the want of space tempted them to erect buildings on every spot of ground regardless of the impossibility of access except on foot- Through the city we are continually going up or down hill- no level streets- Only a few of the streets are accessible to carriages we elbow our way on foot through the labyrinth of narrow passages crowded with pedestrians, dark, the buildings