CHAPTER FORTY-SIX 

 I 



UPON my return to Arco, we again started out 

 For to admire and for to see, 



our chief objective being the French Riviera our 

 ultimate destination, Cannes. That city, we had been 

 assured, would prove a comfortable abiding place for 

 my family during the months I must soon spend 

 apart from them on a trip to Australia, and later to 

 the Balkans. Meanwhile we planned to make the 

 most of the intervening period. 



Traveling through Italy by easy stages, we stopped Genoa and 

 at Milan with which my wife and I were both familiar, '*? Sunsft 

 then at "Genoa the Superb," nobly situated and 

 still redolent of ancient pomp. To me this also was 

 familiar ground, as thirty years before, while Vinci- 

 guerra managed the Museo Civico, I collected fishes 

 along the shore. The Ligurian littoral, La Riviera di 

 Ponente, now lay temptingly before us. Time being 

 limited, however, we contented ourselves for the 

 moment with whatever beauty could be snatched 

 through a train window and went straight to Beaulieu, 

 a pleasant resort in the neighborhood of Nice. 



From there we drove over the "Route de la Grande La Grande 

 Corniche," which, leading high above the sea, gives 

 extensive views of a theatrically beautiful stretch of 

 land and water culminating in Monte Carlo, Monaco, 

 and Cap Martin, where the resources of wealth have 

 supplemented the opulent hand of Nature to ravish- 

 ing effect. 



