Friday, May 25.- We left Milan at five o'clock, scarcely half awake, having enjoyed buth three hours' rest. It rained heavily; but the road was good and level, and we reached Lodi, so celebrated for the battle fought by Napoleon, in time for breakfast; for which, however, we payed dearly, and enjoyed but an indifferent meal. Parmasan cheese, so much esteemed, is the production of this place. On arriving at the banks of the Po, we were informed that it would not be safe to cross it for some time, the wind, which was then blowing violently, rendering the stream as rough as the sea; and the wooden bridge having been, a short time before, carried away by the floods occasioned by the late continued rains. No better situation offering itself, we took our seats on the bench of the custom-house, and rather impatiently watched the tide for an hour and a half, in that cold and bleak resting-place; but this by way of variety. At lenght, however, we were enabled to cross the river in a small boat, arranging for Armstrong and the carriages to follow. We were fourteen minutes in making the passage; but Armstrong and the carriages two hours and a half. This detention obliged us to determine on remaining to-morrow at Piacenza, a dull town, not in the least assimilating with its name.
Saturday, May 26. Piacenza.- We walked to see the two equestrian bronze statues of Ranuzio Farnese and Alesandrio Farnese, father and son. They are greatly admired; as are also the cathedral and the church of la madonna della Campagnia, which has some fine paintings by Guercino, the pupil of Caraccio; and a rich altar-piece of massive silver. We took some excellent coffee at a caffé; and after dinner walked on the promenade, where we observed about a dozen carriages. The experience of this day has convinced us that the Hotel d'Italia is not the best, nor the most to be esteemed for its provisions.
Sunday, May 27.- Having risen at five, we walked to the market-place, where fruit, flowers, and vegetables were on show for sale, as on our market-days in England. Here we refreshed ourselves with coffee, previous to leaving Piacenza, which we did at seven o'clock, and while traces of the drowsy god were still visible on the countenances of our companions; Mr. Mazzara starting first, in his own carriage, to order horses. From this place commences the ancient Flaminian road, constructed during the consulship of Lepidus and Flaminius.