¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 encountered such crowds. Elegantly dressed ladies, laborers, men of wealth, beggars, dandies, cripples, all jammed up together on the narrow sidewalks and to jump into the street one must beware of the crowds of carriages which are coming rapidly from each direction and frequently crowding close into the gutter-
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 The fronts of the houses display the usual irregularity of architecture to be found in all old cities- but there seems to be one common link of unanimity. Every upper window has a little balcony and railing where two or three persons can step out and survey undisturbed-
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 Speaking of a Harp teacher reminds me that I have rented a Harp, large, gilt, double action, with eight pedals, on which I amuse myself at odd moments. I had a “Harp-fever”. I have always wanted one. Have looked wishfully to Naples, that my hopes might be realised [sic], but I wisely determined to first rent one to be sure of its practicability. Neapolitan Harpists are in the streets of every city throughout the civilized world. They are here too. Here must be the home of xxxx Harp makers. The guide book says Naples is celebrated for is musical attainments.
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Henry and I in a cab started out for the hundreds of magnificent music stores that must be striving to maintain that reputation- The city has no “Directory”, but we watched for the signs of music- Alas! An hour or more of search finds a little shop on the Toledo containing an old Harp and old Piano, both left for repairs, nothing else but a few dirty sheets of music- The attendant knew of no Harp stores but kindly led us up through a filthy little street to a dingy little shop saying “that man can make one”. He was out, locked up. Discouraging prospect. “Well where then are