Quaywards

Then when the red sails round by Lido came To rest, and vacant now the gondolier Beneath the Lion and those masts aflame Lounged, bickering o'er his boy's piazza-game, One darker boat came quaywards, called his name, And straight toward the sunset seemed to steer.

Even the most respectable, though least interesting, quarter of the town is varied by a picturesque thatched cottage, old-fashioned alleys leading quaywards, and crooked thoroughfares that are twisted into eccentric curves.

As we turn our faces quaywards, our guide delights our hearts with the information that we are at liberty to pick any flowers that take our fancy, and as many of them as we can carry away.