The windows are strongly barred, and the doors show immense padlocks of elaborate construction.

The goods warehoused here are chiefly wine and oil, oranges and liquorice.

(A great deal of liquorice grows around the southern gulf.) At certain moments, indicated by the markets at home or abroad, these stores are conveyed to the harbour, and shipped away.

For the greater part of the year the houses stand as I saw them, locked, barred, and forsaken: a street where any sign of life is exceptional; an odd suggestion of the English Sunday in a land that knows not such observance.
Crossing the Esaro, I lingered on the bridge to gaze at its green, muddy water, not visibly flowing at all.

The high reeds which half concealed it carried my thoughts back to the Galaesus.