The whole town is new, an old one having been burnt down five years ago, and it is therefore wonderfully clean looking and thriving in every part. There are very few carriages, which makes one not feel any inconvenience from the want of a trottoir. The people I do think delightful. They seem not clever as far as countenance can be judged by; but always smiling; you never hear a squabble in the streets, and every thing seems to go on quietly and peaceably. Music is to be heard in every corner; fiddles, harps, and singing. I should like them better if they would open their windows, but they never do.