. The spell of Italy. ht, hastening onto Viareggio and Pisa. Most marvellous we found the group of the PisanCathedral buildings; but the Campo Santo, withthe frescoes of Orcagna and Gozzoli, is the crowningglory. And yet, for all the sweep of the Arno, forall the wonders of art, for all the memories of thegreat Englishmen who have found in it a home,Pisa remains to me what Shelley first called it, alarge, disagreeable city almost without hotel was the first untidy one we have encoun-tered, and we were told it was Pisas best. This, welearned later, is a Ubel; there is at least o
. The spell of Italy. ht, hastening onto Viareggio and Pisa. Most marvellous we found the group of the PisanCathedral buildings; but the Campo Santo, withthe frescoes of Orcagna and Gozzoli, is the crowningglory. And yet, for all the sweep of the Arno, forall the wonders of art, for all the memories of thegreat Englishmen who have found in it a home,Pisa remains to me what Shelley first called it, alarge, disagreeable city almost without hotel was the first untidy one we have encoun-tered, and we were told it was Pisas best. This, welearned later, is a Ubel; there is at least one verygood hotel. The things I shall remember longest of Pisa arethe sunset light gilding the battlements of the oldcity wall; the music of the echo in the Baptistery,and a faded figure by Fra Angehco of the Redeemer,in the Museo Civico; a mystical apparition holdingin the left hand the Grail, the Cup of his own right hand is uplifted in a gesture strangelytender yet filling one with awe, and in the eyes is. Heart of the Apennine 375 that look which I have seen only in RembrandtsChiist until now — the look of one who has tasteddeath and is aHve. It had been our plan to see Lucca when wereached it, but when that happened we only longedfor our journeys end and pushed on to Bagni diLucca by the little special railroad as fast as itwould carry us through the enchanting Valley of theSerchio and the narrow gorge of the Lima. AtBagni station we were packed, with our effects, intotwo carriages, and were driven up a mountain road,through chestnut forest to this high point among thevarious Bagni which is known as Bagni Caldi. Wedrew up before a great white villa, the Albergo delleTerme, and were glad to find ourselves expected, andto escape from heat and dust into these spacious,silent and shaded rooms awaiting our coming. Bagni di Lucca, August Virgins are climbing an impossible mountainrange which frowns down upon us, its crest formed bythe walls of a crumbling old
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