It was like a page out of a fairy story.

The strange cart sliding and slipping over the stones which were as smooth as ice, and the colored house fronts and the palms and strange plants.

The darkness made it all the more unreal-- There was a governor's palace buttressed and guarded by sentinels in a strange uniform and queer little cafe's under vines--and terraces of cannon, and at last a funny, pathetic little casino.

It was such a queer imitation of Aix and Monte Carlo-- There were chasseurs and footmen in magnificent livery and stucco white walls ornamented with silk SHAWLS.

Also a very good band and a new roulette table-- Coming in out of the night and the rain it was like a theatre after the "dark scene" has just passed-- There were some most dignified croupiers and three English women and a few sad English men and some very wicked looking natives in diamonds and white waistcoats.