With twinkling lights on shore, a balmy breeze fanning their cheeks, and the odor of flowers wafted over the water, it was very romantic to stand upon the deck of the yacht, anchored in still waters, after having passed so many days upon the heaving deep.
Nor was there any lack of sound.
Men's voices floated over the water, laughter was heard from parties of pleasure seekers in small boats, and from various quarters came the sound of music.
Sweet indeed do the notes of mandolin or guitar sound when mellowed by the water—there is a peculiar richness and sympathy to the strumming of the taut strings that cannot be produced under other conditions.
Besides, the poetry of the thing appeals to what is romantic in the heart.
Lovers delight to glide upon the moonlit water.
No wonder then that Venice with her canals and gondolas should be classed as a veritable Paradise for such devoted people.
Roderic smoked his last cigar strong in the hope of replenishing his stock on the morrow.
A band situated upon some open plaza discoursed military music, and at that distance even carping critics found little fault.