ABSTRACT
In the city of Florence, not far from the Piazza del Granduca, there runs a little cross street, I think it is called Porta Rosa. In this street, in front of a kind of market-hall where vegetables are sold, there lies a pig artistically fashioned of metal. The fresh clear water pours from the jaws of the creature, which has become a blackish-green from age; only the snout shines as if it had been polished, and indeed it has been, by many hundreds of children and lazzaroni, who seize it with their hands, and place their mouths close to the mouth of the animal, to drink. It is a perfect picture to see the well-shaped creature clasped by a half-naked boy, who lays his red lips against its jaws.
