four a.m.
A peasant was singing in a field near by , and the bells of a church were chiming in the distance . Both seemed to harmonise wonderfully . It was a scene of great loveliness . At four a.m. I was up , and soon after on the road to Reggiolo , and then to Gonzaga . Here the vegetation gets to be more luxuriant , and every inch of ground contributes to the immense vastness of the whole . Nature is here in full perfection , and as even the telegraphic wire hangs leisurely down from tree to tree , instead of being stuck upon poles , you feel that the romantic aspect of the place is too beautiful to be encroached upon . All is peace , beauty , and happiness , all reveals to you that you are in Italy .