[Illustration: Profile Road Map, Bologna--Florence]
Membership in the great Touring Club Italiano is almost a necessity for one who would enjoy his Italian tour to the full. The "Annuario," giving information as to hotels and garages and miniature plans of all the cities and principal towns--presented gratis to members--is all but indispensable, while the three pocket volumes entitled Strade di Grande Communicazione, with the kilometric distances between all Italian places except the merest hamlets and the profile elevations (miniature maps, hundreds of them) of the great highways are a boon and a blessing to one who would know the easiest and least hilly road between two points. The accompanying diagram explains this better than words.
The most ravishingly beautiful entrance into Italy is by the road along the Mediterranean shore. The French Riviera and its gilded pleasures, its great hotels, its _chic_ resorts and its entrancing combination of seascape and landscape are known to all classes of travellers, but at Menton, almost on the frontier, one is within arm's reach of things Italian, where life is less feverish, in strong contrast to the French atmosphere which envelops everything to the west of the great white triangle painted on the cliff above the Pont Saint Louis and marking the boundary between the two great Latin countries.
The "Route Internationale," leading from France to Italy, crosses a deep ravine by the Pont Saint Louis with the railway running close beside.
Not so very long ago there was a unity of speech and manners among the inhabitants of Menton and the neighbouring Italian towns of Grimaldi, Mortola and Ventimiglia, but little by little the Ravine of Saint Louis has become a hostile frontier, where the custom house officials of France and Italy regard each other, if not as enemies, at least as aliens. The two peoples are, however, of the same race and have the same historic traditions.
It was just here, on passing the frontier, that we asked a deep-eyed, sun-burnt young girl of eighteen or twenty if she was an Italian, thinking perhaps she might be a Niçoise, who, among the world's beautiful women, occupy a very high place. She replied in French-Italian: "Oui, aussi bien Venitienne!" This was strange, for most Venetians, since Titian set the style for them, have been blondes.