Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . i, cavolfiori! On the other re-echoes the cry fragole, uva, limoni! Scusi, Signore ! cries a third, who has pushed against us by a sudden the arcades of the Casa dei Mercanti, the younger generation of Merchants isassembled : each one with a flower in his button-hole and a Cavour cigar in his the walls over their heads you may read gigantic placards ; and here and there politicalwatchwords scrawled—such as, indeed, are seldom wanting on walls in Italy. Every oneis bargaining—this one for thousands, that other for twenty ccntcsimi; but
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . i, cavolfiori! On the other re-echoes the cry fragole, uva, limoni! Scusi, Signore ! cries a third, who has pushed against us by a sudden the arcades of the Casa dei Mercanti, the younger generation of Merchants isassembled : each one with a flower in his button-hole and a Cavour cigar in his the walls over their heads you may read gigantic placards ; and here and there politicalwatchwords scrawled—such as, indeed, are seldom wanting on walls in Italy. Every oneis bargaining—this one for thousands, that other for twenty ccntcsimi; but the smaller thesum, the bigger the noise ! Only look at that pedlar, with what contemptuous glances hemeasures from head to foot the customer who offers him ten coitcsimi whilst he demandstwelve! He steps back in inexpressible indignation, but almost immediately reasongets the upper hand, and with persuasive gestures he cries out once more Dodici! Dieci! replies the other as quick as lightning. And now begins a dialogue, which. PIAZZA D ERBE. 38 TTaLY. consist of but two words truly, but is conducted with such a wealth of tone and action,that one could see nothing better acted on the stage. Dieci ! — Dodici! — Dieci!•— Dodici! — Dieci ! roars one against the other, as though they were dealing sword-thrusts ; until at length the seller suddenly cries Va bene! and flings his wares into thebuyers hand. Meanwhile a new group appears from the Via Pellicciai, accompanying a streetsinger with shouts of laughter. Where the throng is thickest, the fellow takes hisstand, makes a circle, and begins to burlesque with admirable mimicry a new prima donna who has lately succeeded at theopera. Hideous grimaces accompany thepianissimo to which he slowly lets his voicesink. The people keep running to himfrom all quarters, and laughing faces showthemselves at the high, arched windows,until the whole train disappears into aneighbouring street. But we hastenthrough the picturesque ga
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