To tell the truth, I am getting a little perplexed about John the Baptist and his portraits.

In France I finally grew reconciled to him as a Frenchman; here he is unquestionably an Italian.

What next?
Can it be possible that the painters make John the Baptist a Spaniard in Madrid and an Irishman in Dublin?
We took an open barouche and drove two miles out of Milan to "see ze echo," as the guide expressed it.

The road was smooth, it was bordered by trees, fields, and grassy meadows, and the soft air was filled with the odor of flowers.

Troops of picturesque peasant girls, coming from work, hooted at us, shouted at us, made all manner of game of us, and entirely delighted me.