Laura G. Case Collins, By-gone Tourist Days: Letters of Travel
“ Fort Morro Castle, on its not high bluff, the circular sweep of the shore line, the city as it were rising out of the water, with its buildings so varied in size, style and color; the harbor filled with shipping and innumerable little craft shooting hither and thither, and the dazzling sunlight firing it all into a glory no words could catch!We were quickly passed into a rude kind of gondola, and skimmed over the liquid interval between the steamer and quai.What a medley of fellow-beings awaited us on landing! What a jargon of sounds! Everything so new and strange to us. ”
