Another day that , without undue exaggeration, may be described as pleasant. After breakfast Grace and I went over to Piza T. Marco where I took her picture as she fed the pigeons. Then we took a gondola and went out to see the warships now in the harbor.

After luncheon the others took a nap, but I wanted to ride so took the Bayles and Miss Terhua with me, and we poked around through the small canals, coming home by the big one.

And in the evening, "musica"; tho' mother, thinking Alice and Pietro might come, stayed home.

Yesterday morning mother and Delphene went out to "do" the Doges Palace, while Grace and I took a gondola and just rode and rowed till lunchtime. In the afternoon we went to the Lido, but it wasn't very enjoyable for a strong dn cold wind came up and nearly froze us to death before we got home again. Pietro and Alice came in the evening.

This morning Grace and I took a ride, and in the afternoon a walk. During the former we wrote letters and had a most delightful time; during the latter we got lost - twice - but we enjoyed it all the same and got back in time for dinner thro' the kindly and duly rewarded office of a small boy. In the evening in a couple of boats, we went out to the "barce" but remained out only till half after ten as all were tired.

Quite a bunch of days to write up, and a lot to write. Monday; Grace and I went shopping or rather out to look at pretty things but didn't buy much. In the afternoon Pietro and I went out, had tea and chased about a little, were caught i the rain and Pietro lost his hat. n the evening, it being rainy, the music reversed the process and came to us. Pietro left for home by the 10:30 train.

Tuesday, our last whole day in Venice; Grace and I took a boat and went, by new paths to the north lagoon near Murano and got home just in time to luncheon. In the afternoon Bean and I went over to St. Marks again while the others went to look at lace. The evening was bad and it was too bad too for the whole town had arranged a celebration., colored lights, a barge decorated with about a million lights, warships illuminate, etc. We went out but it was to stormy to be romantic.

And today we packed, left Venice at two, came here, saw the Cathedral and went out to the Exposition. We saw Sig Paroli in Breseia and Grace sprung on him all the Italian she has been learning since we landed - also some more prepared for the occasion

We seem to be lightening change artists all right, for we slept in Italy Wednesday night, in Switzerland last night and her we are back in Italy again,.

Yesterday was delightful! A visit to Milan's crown jewel in the morning; then a pleasant little ride on the train and those "jewels of Italy", the Italian Lakes, were before us. Como to Menaggio, beautiful all the way, a charming little luncheon, served under an awning on deck; then by puffing, little marron gauge train to Lake Lugano, up the mountain and down again, and then to Parediso Fier - Lugano and the Hotel Splendid by boat. Adjectives are good, clear useless; but we saw the moon rise!
And this morning we had breakfast under a Tree in the hotel garden, after we had made an exploring tour over the place. The morning Grace spent in writing, Beany and I in the town. After luncheon we went by boat to Ponte Tresa, by another little narrow-gauge to Luino, and then had a three or four hours tip by boat on Lake Maggiore to this place. We were going on to Mrsza but on the advice of a man we met stopped here and are glad of it. From our windows we can see two, no three arms of the lake and Isola Bella, "mountains and hills" - but I forget how it goes. Dinner oh the usual hour and then the unusual experience of a row on Lake Maggiore.

I can't manage to write oftener than every two days, try as hard as I may, so I now have yesterday to write up. We had breakfast in the "Garden of Edn" (Not original, Grace responsible - name of hotel, "Eden"). There we made a bargain with an attractive young boatman to row us to Isola Madre and Isola Bella. The firs is prettiest from the natural and the second form the artificial characters of their respective gardens. On reaching Isola Bella we proceeded to have luncheon, after which we went thro' the castle. had to postpone the garden till after a shower, so while it lasted we sat in the garden of the cafe, and listened to music and drane Asti.

This morning we four ( R. Neile the fourth) walked toward Intra to the estate of il Conte di Sau Rimigio and upon special card of admission went over the gardens and park. It all is lovely, but the terrace is most lovely! Build in the old Italian style, it is like a page from some old romance - but I can't describe it; anyway it was perfect, even to the peacocks eying us intruders with disfavor. The ruins of an old chapel at one end of the terrace added greatly to the inpresioness, as if the beauty of the garden wan't enough!. But I came to myself and found I was alone, so hurring after the others as I must hurry now.

We rested in the afternoon till four when we took the boat and proceeded upon our pilgrimage Mr Neily went to Intra with us but left us there and we came on to this place, a the head of Lake maggiore, and to the Grand Hotel - quite worth the name. A short stroll in the evening for Grace and me - and here we are.

Monday morning we left Locarno an spent two or three hours winding in and out, around and about, the "snow-clad alps", working our way up all the time until our train finally poked its nose in to the St Gothand tunnel and, instead of going around, went through the hills. Then down again on the other side and to Flulen where we took the boat for Lucirn. The day was cloudy and cool, with a strong wind, so the trip was snot so enjoyable as it might have been, but the scenery made up for it. In Lucirn we went to the "swan" but I didn't like the rooms they gave us, so left and went to the Hotel de l"Europe and found hat delightful. Grace and I took a walk before dinner, and went to see the Lion, but Thereby Langs a tale

Tuesday we took a walk down in the old part of the town, across the old bridge and then went up the gutch where we had our luncheon.Then we took a drive to Kussnacht and Immensn past the Hopogurgh castle, through the Hollen Lane, to the Lake of Zug and home again, everything on the trip being, connected in some way with my old friend Tell. Back in Lucern we stopped at the Hofkirche for the organ recital - and the "storm". A couple giving a very creditable performance of music on glasses, mindreallin, and slight of hand bequited the evening hours.

Wednesday morning I woke at six and found old Pitalus standing out free from clouds and seeming only a mile or two away, so clear was the air. he's a grand old boy, is Pil. We packed and then the girls went down town to shop; I joined them at 11:30 and we "did" the Glacien Gardens. Left Lucern at two, heading for Basel but without a very clear idea of where we were going. I think we've gone to Strassburg if I hadn't registered the trunks clear through to Heidelberg, but as I did that we were forced to come up the east side of the Rhine ourselves. Reaching this place at 9:20 we came to the Hotel de l'Europe, got our rooms and then went out into the town, headed for 'sum Ritir", (some 700 years old), and had supper, including beer.

And this morning we are going to see the Castle and take lunch up there.

Later
When we got out in the street we found everyone in holiday attire, and on consulting my note book I found it the feast of Corpus Christi. Everything was closed tight just as on Sunday and only the cafe's were open. We went up to the Castle, roamed around until one, got our lunch, and then went through the ruins and saw everything, including the Great Tun. Down to the town again and to the hotel for a rest and a nap. A stroll in the public gardens while the band played in the evening; then back to the hotel and to bed.

We left Heidelberg at ten o'clock this morning and reached here about an hour and a half later, came to the old Snan Hotel, where the Treaty of May 10th, 1871 was signed, as I probably noted in my journal of 1888. Dinner at one as is still the custom in Germany we find; then a nap and after that an excursion to the Palmengarten - a really beautiful place. On the way back we learned that, in Germany, one cannot enter a train car by way of the front platform, reason not discovered. In the evening we attended a performance of the Strauss operetta, "Fruhlinglust", at the Opera House.

almost this is the wickedest place Inas eoen in the Kurhaus stays open till ten o'clock at night, and tonight when I came in, at 10:20, the Hotel Znetsopole, our hostilry, was being shut up for the night.

We came here Saturday, leaving Frankfort, on an hours notice - but not by the authorities - at ten o'clock, making close connections at Wiesbaden and coming the rest of the way on a little jerk-water train, that took over an hour to climb the tneloe mile of hills remaining. But when we got here we found a place where we could get good food all right, and we haven't been fed so well in any other hotel we have stench. The Lson is well named - at least so far as the first half yoes - for it isn't a thing but long; its one long street for a mile or so, then it passes a saloon or so gets jagged and mises itself up in a most disgraceful manner; one can never tell where any particular street will lead to.

After reaching here Saturday we loafed around, called to see Miss Zaust, arranged for Dr. Zranz to call, and that's about all.

Sunday morning Grace and I took a walk and it is certainly pretty around here and there are lots of chances for walking. In the evening we went to the Krnsall to listen to the music. And that's a queer institution; every person staying over five days in one of these watering places is required to pay the "kenrtaxe" and receives in return a card entitling him to enjoy pretty nearly everything going on in town, concerts, dances ,etc, etc, and lib. And the money received from this tax is used to supply music - three concerts daily - keep up the parks, walks, tenies cocerto, kurhaus, and so on; a pretty good idea.

Today we loafed, and I suppose we shall do more or less of it for sometime - only I didn't loaf much between five and six 'cause a Dutchman asked me to play tennis and I got busy and licked him three sets, 6-4, 6-1, 6-1, hurray for the USA!

And even with all those letters left out it makes quite a respectable word - as for length, I mean.

Tuesday morning Grace and I took a nice long walk, doing the yellow road this time. (Sunday we did the red, through we didn't know it then.) Reading and writing in the afternoon, (sounds like a school), and in the evening Kursaal and music.

Today; nothing of interest from an historical point of view, thro', so far as we are concerned, the days seem to appear and disappear as rapidly as they did on board ship. Grace and I walked down to the station after supper and came back on the motor-omnibus in time to hear the end of the concert, which was at the Statltrunnen instead of in the Kursaal.

Got up at seven and hustled down to the station in time to catch the 8:15 train, which doesn't leave till 9:15 on Thursdays - anyway I was in time for the 9:15. Put in an hour's shopping in Wiesbaden to very good effect and caught the 11:17 back - no mistake this time. Played tennis with Rohmann, Miss Tehaefer and the little Goetz girl. And in the evening "Beethoven-Abeud" in Kursaal - pretty poor.

Today rainy and about the only excitement was Grace's taking her first steel bath - but she found that quite helpful, seemed to sharpen her wits as it were.

Saturday we loafed until five when I went out and played tennis with Miss Scharpen and Miss Goety. In the evening we attended the Reunion at the Kursoal, or, in other words a dance. It was great! Refer to memory. Sunday we went Saturday on better on the Bummies proposition, except that I wrote two or three letters.

Today Grace and I walked to the Platte by the Wisperstrasse - the Red Road, by the way - and had a lovely view as our reward. Returned by a path nearly straight up and over, and, with Bean went to call on Min Franst and the Priestens.

I guess the reason I find so little to write about is that the days lsip by so quickly we don't get much chance to do anything. They are like days on board ship in that regar; but they are also alike in respect of being thoroughly enjoyable, so who cares?