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From village to village, from the heights down to the margin of

the lake, there are innumerable roads and paths: these vary in

their character; at times precipitous, at others level; now sunk

and buried between two ivy-clad walls, from whose depth you can

behold nothing but the sky, or some lofty mountain peak; then

crossing high and level tracts, around the edges of which they

sometimes wind, occasionally projecting beyond the face of the

mountain, supported by prominent masses resembling bastions,

whence the eye wanders over the most varied and delicious

landscape.