In the centre stands a broken fountain, moss-grown and weedy, whence the water spouts languidly; on the one side is a church, on the other some grim old palace, which from its general aspect, and the iron bars before its windows, bears a striking resemblance to Newgate gone to ruin.

Grass grows between the flag-stones, and the piazza is emptier, quieter, and cleaner than the street, but that is all.

You stop and enter the first church or two, but your curiosity is soon satisfied.

Dull and bare outside, the churches are gaudy and dull within.

When you have seen one, you have seen all.