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ppmg to visit a photography shop on Ponte Vecchic, the only old bridge left
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Flip McCarthy and Monty head into the wind on the homeward voyage. The Queen Mary's busy ports were full of interest for both of them.
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Monty and Mrs. McCarthy are demon tourists I heir guides told them everything about Amalti, the city in the cliffs; and they want more
The Italian fans keep up with Hollywood. Everyone recognized and greeted Monty. But he has a tough time reading the headlines in Italian.
wanted to take him there. "I don't remember which of those gentlemen got the job " Monty reports. "All I know is that We drove to Amain in what looked like an old Pierce Arrow which miraculously carried as much luggage as you could get in a freight car." We were willing to bet that !rV^g&ag? belonged to the McCarthys and that Chft himself carried all he owned in a beachbag.
Anyway, there are a lot of picturesque spots in Amain, a city which is built right
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80 What I like about Italy," he says "is
that most places there are timeless. The people, many of them poor as they are have a graceful, mellow zest for living' They are more proud of tradition and antiquity than they are of ambition and their modern postwar buildings."
The more than century-old churches the winding alleys, the horse-drawn carts the white roccoco buildings piled one on top of another like a fortress against the sea captured his imagination, and with the McCarthys, he wandered through the city.
But as all tours do, this tour came to an end. And three months after he'd landed.
Monty boarded the Queen Mary for home It turned out to be the worst crossing in M years, due to the persistence of a hurricane. At one point, Monty packed his little bag, posed dramaticallv before a porthole and declared to his friends that i he d walk the rest of the way. No one believed him and he wasn't going to show off for a bunch of Doubting Thomases so he unpacked again and came home the ordinary way— fortunately for us, not only because we love him, but because he was 1 carrying all these pictures in his pocket i' The End '*