The Spokane woman. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1921-1935, 1927-03-17

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is ever served except for breakfast.
Then there were oranges and apples,
nuts, cheese and soft, goo-ey raisins
sprinkled with caraway seed and
wrapped in fig leaves. A small boy ar
rived from the surrounding farm dis
trict, probably with the anticipation
of sharing our lunch 1--WE didn't en-
tirely disappoint him). Mrs. Pulitzer
had spent three months in Rome and
spoke Italian, so she said to the small
boy of perhaps ten, How long have
these temples been here?" "Who
knows?" he replied. who built
them?" "Who knows?" he again re-
piled. well, we know" she said.
ooh yes, you are Americans. Amer
leans know everything" Can you live
up to that?
Eyes, but our guide knows, and he
is Italian she said
Eyes, that is his business" young
Italy replied,
Out through the Porta della Sivena,
one of the two arched gateways of the
once formidable stone wall-the other
is to the west, and the sea has
a high watch tower above tive
met little girl who had three small
Greek coins to sell. She said her
father had found them in the spring
spading. AS Poseidonia was once a
rich commercial city four times in
vaded by warning neighbors-by the
Romans in 27O B. c. and the Saraceus
in 900 A. ID. and at that time deserted
So 10, - .,t,s TT
and forgotten until the twelfth GEN.
fury, it is quite possible a few coins
were scattered about in the scrim-
mage or they may have fallen from
the leather money-pouch of Theodore.
Poseidonia or Pesto, as il is called by
the Italians, is now owned by the gov
ernment-they no longer put their
faith in Goddesses. Lightning rods
protect the building against the wrath
of electricity and the surrounding
country is being scientifically drained
for pasture and farm land. We were
still under the spell of the enduring
grandeur of Poseidonia when the little
train came putting in to take us to
Vetri, where the auto was waiting.
Just the amount of disdain felt and
expressed to the magnitude of the
rock of Gibraltar, comparing it to a
few basketsfull of the wall around
Lake Pend d'Oreille, just so much do
l take back" to add it to the glories
of the coast drive around the heel and
toe of Italy. A fine graveled mountain
road, towering walls of mountain to
the right, the blue Mediterranean on
the left with a comfortable feeling
given by substantial stone wall be-
tween) every available inch of noun
tainside terraced for grapevines. Olive
and chestnut trees and little moscow
cred red-tiled roofs over quaint color
full stone and cement houses tucked
in here and there on the mountain
side along a swift falling water falls
from great heights with often hold an
old monastery or Saracen watch tower
or old castle at the very top. Glimpses
of picturesque little fishing villages
are in every cove. Read all of Long
fellows poem to Amalfi-he tells it so
much better than l can.
We reached Belvedere Hotel-again
an old castle, rearranged for CONNER
cial need, but much older and La Cava,
there twelve hundred feet up, its gar
den and terraces commanding a mag
nificent view of sea and mountains.
The adjoining church of St. Andrew
was built before Colombus' grand
father was born. The old bronze doors