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Garibaldi Celebrated in Florence 20/03/2011

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The streets are all dressed with flags and flowers; and patriotic inscriptions deck almost every house. Everywhere you may see a portrait wreathed with flowers, of a massive, noble, sorrowful face, with long fair hair, and slumbering depths in the lovable eyeThe streets are all dressed with flags and flowers; and patriotic inscriptions deck almost every house. Everywhere you may see a portrait wreathed with flowers, of a massive, noble, sorrowful face, with long fair hair, and slumbering depths in the lovable eyes. It does not need the red shirt to tell who it is. This is San Giuseppe’s day; and he who won Naples, and at that moment lay wounded at Spezia, is Giuseppe Garibaldi. So all the excitement was explained which we had noticed at every little village as we came along, and which reached its climax here, as we drove slowly over the old bridge, and along the broad quays by the side of the Arno, amidst the swarming population, with their flags and merry-making. This is a different world from the dead city on the seven hills. There was no overawing foreign garrison here; no muttered words and side long looks of hate; no dread of popular enthusiasm; and no need to dread it, though the idol of that day’s celebration had been struck down by an Italian bullet when in arms against the royal authority. Through all the eager stir we made our way to our lodgings, where for hours we heard the hum of voices and the tramp of feet, as the crowds flocked to see some illumination or display of fireworks in honour of the day. And with this happy augury, and sharp contrast to the repressed discontent and loathed sway of the paralysing Roman yoke, began our bright impressions of Florence, the Queen of Italy.

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