Journal of a tour made in the years 1828-1829, through Styria, Carniola, and Italy, whilst accompanying the late Sir Humphry Davy . e most magnificentsea views I ever beheld burst upon our two thousand feet below us lay thewide expanse of the blue Adriatic, its lightwaves glittering in the sun-beams, occasionallyshaded by the intercepting clouds. At thefoot of the mountain, and partly concealed byit, appeared Trieste, with its harbour full ofvessels, lying on a small promontory. Look-ing over the town and across the bay theeye embraces the whole hilly coast of Istria,with the town
Journal of a tour made in the years 1828-1829, through Styria, Carniola, and Italy, whilst accompanying the late Sir Humphry Davy . e most magnificentsea views I ever beheld burst upon our two thousand feet below us lay thewide expanse of the blue Adriatic, its lightwaves glittering in the sun-beams, occasionallyshaded by the intercepting clouds. At thefoot of the mountain, and partly concealed byit, appeared Trieste, with its harbour full ofvessels, lying on a small promontory. Look-ing over the town and across the bay theeye embraces the whole hilly coast of Istria,with the towns of Capo dTstria, Pirano, andothers; and promontory is seen beyond pro-montory till the more distant ones can no longerbe distinguished from the waves. The right oropposite coast, stretching down to Venice, is flat,and the last visible point on it is the ancienttown of Aquilea; but behind this low andmarshy tract the distant Alps of the Friul areseen, covered with eternal snow. After stoppingthe carriage for some time to admire this magni-ficent view, we descended the hill by a verywinding and steep road. Every thing bespoke. 2^ TRIESTE. 149 the approach to a large and commercial city,and the road was filled with carts and waggonscoming and going, loaded with some of them we counted twenty horses, inanother twenty-four oxen, with twelve drivers,who made a terrible noise with their mouths aswell as their whips to animate their strong andfine beasts during their ascent. A new road isnow building which, when finished, will renderthe great number of cattle now obliged to be usedunnecessary. We reached the gate of Triesteabout four oclock, and after driving throughsome fine wide streets wholly paved with flag-stones, and across the Ponterosso, a miserablelittle bridge, we took up our quarters at theLocanda Grande, in the market-place; but ourrooms looked towards the harbour and sea, andimmediately beneath them we heard the joyousnoise and bustle of the sailors. What
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