[Nice—Monday, 9 January 1860]
Monday 9th Left lovely Nice while the moon was yet in the sky on our way to Genoa. It was the Cornic[h]e road (is not its name a very synonym for beauty and wonder?) which we followed all day long, winding out and in among the ever untold “wonders of the shore”. We slept at an inn at Alassio, comfortable enough to make us very thankful but larger than most barns with a sloppy good-natured servant carrying a long brass lamp swinging in one hand to light us in and out.
