Wearenottiredoftheendlessprocessionsofcheerful，chatteringgossipersthatthrongthesecourtsandstreetsalldaylong，either;norofthecoarse—robedmonks;norofthe\"Asti\"wines，whichthatolddoctor（whomwecalltheOracle），withcustomaryfelicityinthematterofgettingeverythingwrong，misterms\"nasty。\"Butwemustgo，nevertheless。
Ourlastsightwasthecemetery（aburialplaceintendedtoaccommodate60，000bodies），andweshallcontinuetorememberitafterweshallhaveforgottenthepalaces。Itisavastmarblecolonnadedcorridorextendingaroundagreatunoccupiedsquareofground;itsbroadfloorismarble，andoneveryslabisaninscription——foreveryslabcoversacorpse。Oneitherside，asonewalksdownthemiddleofthepassage，aremonuments，tombs，andsculpturedfiguresthatareexquisitelywroughtandarefullofgraceandbeauty。Theyarenewandsnowy;everyoutlineisperfect，everyfeatureguiltlessofmutilation，flaw，orblemish;andtherefore，tousthesefar—reachingranksofbewitchingformsareahundredfoldmorelovelythanthedamagedanddingystatuarytheyhavesavedfromthewreckofancientartandsetupinthegalleriesofParisfortheworshipoftheworld。
Wellprovidedwithcigarsandothernecessariesoflife，wearenowreadytotakethecarsforMilan。
Chapter18
Alldaylongwespedthroughamountainouscountrywhosepeakswerebrightwithsunshine，whosehillsidesweredottedwithprettyvillassittinginthemidstofgardensandshrubbery，andwhosedeepravineswerecoolandshadyandlookedeversoinvitingfromwhereweandthebirdswerewingingourflightthroughthesultryupperair。