¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 Game of Euchre, a [sic] packages of large photographs for a table and a piece of candle from our Basket, in an empty winebottle, [sic] for a light to assist the feeble lamp overhead. Our game was soon disturbed by our arrival at Avio 6 1/2 P.M. The last town on the Austrian frontier where we must alight and enter the Revenue rooms with our little traps- Three quarters of an hour delay and our trunks are allowed to pass without opening although we observe other trunks being overhauld [sic].
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 We enter Italy through a narrow defile which has witnessed many struggles for supremacy among the Milanese, Venetians, Austrians, French +c since the reign of Frederick Barbarossa to the last defeat of the Austrians in 1859 which wrenched from them this country of Venetia.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 At nine oclock we reach Verona and after a mile ride on an omnibus whose rattling glass over a cobble stone pavement drowned our voices completely- Under the archway to the inner court of the “Grand Royal Hotel of the two towers”. The best, but poor enough. One old Palace very poorly adapted to ^a^ Hotel. Their, only two, vacant rooms upon the 1st floor we yield to the Cs and ascend another flight along a narrow balcony overlooking an open court, to our door, small and