The Days of a Man 1913 



not know, but on the day in question Buchs was 

 crowded with many peasants from Austria buying 

 tickets across France and thence to Montreal. 



After a couple of days about the lovable city of 

 Innsbruck, we moved southward to Meran, well 

 known to the traveling world as a health resort 

 with fine climate and majestic surroundings. But 

 the village of Arco in the Italian Trentino above 

 Riva at the head of Garda, the bluest of Italian 

 lakes, seemed to Jessie more interesting than Meran, 

 being less sophisticated and cosmopolitan. Situated 

 in the bony valley of the Sarca, it is dominated by an 

 uncommonly picturesque decayed castle crowning a 

 sharp, rude pinnacle which in its day commanded 

 the western Trentino - - in all a noble outlook. 



Having then made the necessary arrangements for 

 a later stay, we proceeded to Verona 1 and Venice, 

 old favorites, then to Trieste, where we embarked on 

 the comfortable Baron Bruck for a trip down the 

 Adriatic along the Dalmatian coast. This we found 

 wonderfully lovely - - a sort of Italian Norway with 

 sunny, rocky outlying islands, deep fjords, and a 

 backing of limestone crags. Moreover, to all this 

 beauty must be added the charm and interest of 

 centuries of changing political domination from the 

 luxurious Roman era down through the brilliant sway 

 of Venice in her glory, - - the whole enlivened and 

 adorned by a riot of color in the medieval costumes of 

 the peasantry. 



Along the way we made short stops at fascinating 

 Zara, at Sebenico picturesquely secluded on its 

 landlocked harbor, and at Spalato, where in the huge 

 old palace of Diocletian three thousand human beings 



*" No city has a fairer site than hers upon the eager Adige." HOWELLS 



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