ABSTRACT
A young half Spanish, half Italian valet de place insisted on our receiving him into our service; being sent, he assured us, by friends of ours, who expected us at Genoa, to conduct us over the Bocchetta. For ages, however, it presented the only road from Genoa to Lombardy, and was among the many inland obstructions which rendered Genoa so difficult of access, except by sea. But we found in the suburbs, which open along the shore to the gates of Genoa, a feature, which, if not peculiarly its own, was at least, when seen for the first time, a heart-striking and deplorable exhibition. In passing from the gate of the Lanterna to the hotels which are ranged along the Bay, the carriage with difficulty proceeds through the only line of lanes in Genoa large enough to admit such a vehicle.
