. British bee journal & bee-keepers adviser. Bees. 206 THE BRITISH BEE JOURNAL. [July 2, 1914. calling ns. We needs must therefore homewards wend our way. We had arranged that we should arrive in the evening at Bologna. En route we managed to visit Florence (Firemse as they recognise it). Those cities of ancient Italy! How one longs to spend more time in them. Of each volumes have been written, and could still be written. We saw the glories of its cathedral and churches, and sadly hurried on, sad, for we wished to see more. Between Florence and Bologna we had to pierce the Ape- nines. Tunn
. British bee journal & bee-keepers adviser. Bees. 206 THE BRITISH BEE JOURNAL. [July 2, 1914. calling ns. We needs must therefore homewards wend our way. We had arranged that we should arrive in the evening at Bologna. En route we managed to visit Florence (Firemse as they recognise it). Those cities of ancient Italy! How one longs to spend more time in them. Of each volumes have been written, and could still be written. We saw the glories of its cathedral and churches, and sadly hurried on, sad, for we wished to see more. Between Florence and Bologna we had to pierce the Ape- nines. Tunnel after tunnel until their number reached forty-five, a,nd the glimpses we had of sunshine between those shutters of darkness! Mountain peak and torrent, snow-filled ravine, and deep defiles, each with its tales of war, heroism and romance. beetroot drawn by six or eight such lazy white oxen. You cannot hurry them, the driver, who is barefooted (it is cooler and saves shoe-leather), prods them with his long pole, uttering a grunt " Ugh," but. no! they will not budge an inch To the amusement of the natives we snap- shotted a few examples at the cost of a small silver coin or two. And those women, washing their linen in the stream, beating it on the flat stones, whoever saw the like of that, in this country? No self-respect- ing washerwoman would stand shin-deep in a stream over here, with some ten or a dozen other acquaintances and wash then- dirty linen in public. If there is no public laundry in our villages, I suppose the "; and "dolly" are still in evi- dence. Courteously we were met by Signor. A VILLAGE LAUNDRY. The old university town of Bologna—to our shames—we only used as a resting place for the evening, for on the morrow in the early morning we had arranged to visit the apiary of Signor Piana, One of the most advanced and up-to-date queen- raising establishments in the north of Italy. Castel St. Pietro is the nearest
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