Lisbon and Cintra
imitable, delicate harmony, through graduating tones of rose to pale salmon, of buff to cream, of grey to lavender and dazzling white; where the wonderful purity of the atmosphere, the limpid azure, and at times the blue of the Tagus and beckoning hills of Alemtejo on the opposite shore, are a perpetual delight.
Verily this is still Felicitas Julia! The old Romans—travellers too experienced to misapply names of meaning—knew well that they had come to a fair spot.
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