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They finished their letters and went up to their rooms to rest, for they had "done" several churches and the Campo Santo during the morning.
"Thank the lord," said Ida, as they walked up the stairs after waiting ten minutes for the lift, "there are no picture galleries in this town that one _must_ see. The rest of the programme is streets and architecture, which is worth while. These internal streets make me feel as if I were going right through to China, or whatever is underneath Italy. Genoa, before it had any houses on it, must have looked like Last Chance Gulch, Helena, Montana."