I Really
Believe The Ciceroni Think That We Ultramontani Live In Mud Hovels In
Our Own Country, And That We
Have never seen a stone edifice, till our
arrival in Italy, for every town house which is not a shop
Is termed a
palazzo, and they would conduct you to see all of them if you would be
guided by them. I had an opportunity, during the two hours we halted here,
of walking over the greater part of the city, after a hasty breakfast.
Piacenza is a large handsome city; among the females that I saw in the
streets the Spanish costume seems very prevalent, no doubt from being so
long governed by a Spanish family.
On leaving Piacenza we passed thro' a rich meadow country and met with an
immense quantity of cattle grazing. The road is a fine broad chaussee
considerably elevated above the level of the fields and is lined with
poplars. Where this land is not in pasture, cornfields and mulberry trees,
with vines in festoons, vary the landscape, which is additionally enlivened
by frequent maisons de plaisance and excellently built farmhouses. We
passed thro' Firenzuola, a long well-built village, or rather bourg, and
we brought to the night at Borgo San Donino. At this place I found the
first bad inn I have met with in Italy, that is, the house, tho' large, was
so out of repair as to be almost a masure; we however met with tolerably
good fare for supper.
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