8 THE BOSCIIETTO. 



which latter is the public promenade of the 

 place, and every Sunday afternoon is thronged 

 with gay visitors from the city and its environs. 

 Immediately on passing the northern gate you 

 enter a long narrow valley, which follows the 

 course of a sparkling stream into tlie Friuli 

 mountains. Nothing can be more lovely than 

 this valley, its slopes on either hand being 

 dotted with pretty cottages and covered with 

 gardens. The air of this charming spot is ever 

 laden with the perfume of flowers, myriads 

 whereof fill every nook of the valley which 

 supplies the flower market of Trieste with its 

 choicest bouquets, and the bouquets of that city 

 possess, I think, a sweetness peculiarly their 

 own. The slope on the right, about a mile or 

 rather more in length, is called the Boschetto, 

 or shrubbery, which is laid out as a public 

 promenade in somewhat formal avenues of 

 beech and witch-elm, with numerous little ar- 

 bours a la Cremorne, and here and there a small 

 restaurant, with a grand cafe in the centre. 

 Here of a Sunday afternoon all Trieste is as- 

 sembled, from the highest in rank and station 

 to the humblest citizens, and a gayer scene can 

 hardly be imagined. Fine bands of music 



