lady friend waiting to see me off.
The train arrived at Pisa during the night and I missed seeing the leaning tower. At 9 a.m. we steamed into Genoa (Genova) – two hours late. Here I had to change & found that there would be no train until 6 p.m. leaving me the best part of a day to look round this French Italian port. The morning I devoted to a trip out to the famous cemetery – Campo Santo – with its beautiful statuary in marble and bronze, long galleries and imposing monuments; the most celebrated burial ground in the world. At dinner in a smart restaurant in via Venti Septembre I chummed up with a French Naval officer on his way to Toulon from the Adriatic. We went for a stroll down to the docks and around the town which is busy, prosperous and clean.