July 26th, 1881 Continued

“July 26th, Continued

Our way led us through a fine scenery, the mountains to the right and the blue sea to the left, sometimes quite close to the latter. We saw splendid gardens, villas and palaces; and when we passed a bathing establishment, the people bathing, ladies and gentlemen together! All the mules had a straw hat on their heads, made for the purpose with two holes on the sides where the long ears were taken through. It looked ridiculous but must have been of great benefit to the poor mules. Although it was very warm, yet we did not find the heat oppressive, the air being so clear. After our arrival in Pegli we went to the famous garden of the Marquis Pallavicini, the same family that owns the Cathedral San Lorenzo in Genoa and enormously rich. The Marquis not only allows every person to see this garden, but even provides guides out of his old pensions, free of expense, but who of course accept of a fee that is given to them gladly. We passed through the lodge into an alley at the end of which there is a summer palace of the Marquis. Before we came to it Papa had to sign his name in a book and was provided with a guide. We then went up to the palace and mounted a staircase when we found ourselves on a large terrace whence we had a fine view. Now we entered the park and I find it impossible to describe all we saw. Art has done a great deal to help a most beautiful scenery. First we passed a splendidly laid out place with kiosks fountain and orange shrubbery till we passed a triumphal arch when the scenery changed at once to the country, almost to a wilderness, and going through a rural cottage we found ourselves in a pine forest as I remember to have seen them in the north of Germany. In climbing up a hill we turn to the left and behold we are in the tropics, seeing only such plants as grow there. In these gardens I believe every plant is to be found that grows on the earth and we have seen the Cork Tree (Spain) and Cedars from Lebanon and a great many more. The scene always changes….”

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