I know not how a town can be viewed to less advantage than during a fall of undecided rain. By undecided rain, I mean that distillation which scatters a dusky mist over all the works of art. Such was the state of the atmosphere upon my arrival and during my stay at Piacenza; and perhaps it is to this that I owe the impression of dullness which I have brought away with me from that town. It is not, however, without its ornaments.
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