They even help out the delusion by building bridges over it.

I do not see why they are too good to wade.
How the fatigues and annoyances of travel fill one with bitter prejudices sometimes! I might enter Florence under happier auspices a month hence and find it all beautiful, all attractive.

But I do not care to think of it now, at all, nor of its roomy shops filled to the ceiling with snowy marble and alabaster copies of all the celebrated sculptures in Europe -- copies so enchanting to the eye that I wonder how they can really be shaped like the dingy petrified nightmares they are the portraits of.

I got lost in Florence at nine o'clock, one night, and staid lost in that labyrinth of narrow streets and long rows of vast buildings that look all alike, until toward three o'clock in the morning.

It was a pleasant night and at first there were a good many people abroad, and there were cheerful lights about.