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gotten, nor the fountain in the inner court, nor winding trails for cantering horsemen, nor shadowy ravines for picnic and festival. It is a strange, yet happy, commingling of old and new —of Spanish California and the New Eldorado, of dolce far niente and restless America, of manners reminiscent of the ceremonial Don and customs typical of the western world, of the sweetness and beauty of family and home and the new born pleasures that have multiplied under the open sky.
This rare and unique blending, probably elsewhere without parallel, lends to the Monterey Peninsula a peculiar and an individual charm. Here is the one place in all California where the Arcadian delights of that elder and carefree time have found a refuge from the onslaughts of commercialism; and where American
genius has deftly woven into modern life the romantic pleasures of a Latin race.
