We left Nice this morning at five, Adelaide, one of my women, and myself, in chairs carried by men. Mons. d’ Almane, Dainville, my son, and Brunel, upon mules. Miss Bridget prefers going by sea to Genoa in the felucca, with the rest of my family. – Leaving Nice, you pass the old castle of Montalban, taken by the French in 1744. Two leagues from Nice, Dainville desired me to stop at the tower of Eze, whose situation is admirable, and commands the sea. He, Adelaide, and Theodore, have taken a view of it: during which time Mons. d’ Almane and I read, and talked alternately, and in about an hour we resumed our march. – This road is very properly named La Corniche: it is like a real Cornish, and in many places so narrow that one person can scarce pass. On one side, enormous rocks form a sort of wall, which seems to reach the skies; and on the other are precipices five hundred feet high; at the bottom of which the sea, against the rocks, makes a melancholy and terrifying noise. At every pass that was really dangerous, Mons. d’ Almane made us alight, and handed us over. From Monaco to Manton we breathed a little, for the road is very good. – This last town is agreeably situated on the banks of the sea, and affords a quantity of citron and orange-trees, which perfume the air. After leaving Manton, the road again becomes terrible. We begin, however, to accustom ourselves to it, and the view of a number of beautiful cascades, formed by nature, charmed Adelaide in such a manner as almost to make her forget the precipices. When we arrived at Bourdequierre, a little town; where we found some superb palm-trees dispersed among very picturesque ruins, we were tempted to stop and make a drawing of the most beautiful point of view we had yet met with.