It is built on the slopes of a high cliff, and it reminds one much of the pretty villages in the Gulf of Spezia.
Spezias gulf is all that Spezia is not; romantic, lovely and varied.
A 387 sight yet stranger to unaccustomed eyes is the funeral of a child at Spezia.
Arrived at Spezia, however, I found an unpleasant surprise awaiting me.
The road from Genoa to Spezia is one of the most beautiful in Europe.
We put into Spezia, and he came out to see the Admiral—got despatches for him, I think.
She was going to sail then—at the next tide she might leave Spezia, and there would be no more hope.
Off Corsica, a storm caught them and so delayed their progress that a stop had to be made at Spezia for more food.
But, beyond Genoa, on the other side, the beach continues for fifty-six miles to Spezia.
They were dreadfully poor, and lived at a little farm somewhere in the hills above Spezia, where two boys and a girl were born.