Made a hearty breakfast on rolls & coffee - packed trunks (a great bore), paid bill and waiters at the Gran Brettagna, and got comfortably seated in the right hand corner of the Malle post. By one o'clock the fine weather continues so that furred pelisse was unnecessary. Drove along the level plain of Lombardy at a brisk pace. In a few hours crossed the Tecinus over a beautiful granite bridge of 11 arches, which landed us in Piedemont - the territory of Carlo Alberto King of Sardinia.

Soon after dark arrived at Navara, a walled town of 15 thousand inhabitants. Here our trunks underwent a search - my books were particularly examined - Le Roi des marmots appears to be very cautious that his subjects morals be not injured by improper books. Dined or rather supped at Novara - five dishes & wine for 1 3/4 francs. Stowed away in a confined Piedemontese Malle poste. Gave it roundly to the conductor - so off we started at a rapid rate for Turin - a fine moonlight night -