On the stimulating faculty of obelisks.
On the stimulating faculty of obelisks - in Rome and elsewhere.
Back in the nineteenth century, in the days of the "Grand Tour," before the railway came to Rome, travelers first entered the Eternal City through Porta del Popolo, which they reached from the north by Via Flaminia. The fatigued and weary tourists of bygone days habitually took lodgings in the neighboring streets, and so many English were there among them, finally at liberty to express sentiment, that the area came to be known as the English Ghetto, with its own English bookstores and English Tea Rooms, some of which establishments have obligingly survived to this day. A number of those visitors were so ecstatic at the marvelous discovery of having a heart, that they chose to stay permanently, and with that heart having beat its last at the end of their life's journey, were buried at the Cimitero degli Inglesi.
The French came too of course, and devoted one of their Guide Michelin to the City's marvels, w