SAN COSME AQUEDUCT, CITY OF MEXICO.
Fashion also flows up and down the streets, on side-walks, and in carriages. The highest fashion is never to appear on the sidewalk, not even to shop: but the grand lady, sitting in her carriage, has the goods put in her lap, and daintily indulges her feminine passion.
Come up to the plaza, the old centre of the city. It is only a few rods—an eighth of a mile, perhaps. You pass a few dry-goods stores, two or three, in this chiefest resort of the ladies and the trade; many jewelry stores, into which the former silversmiths that gave their name to the street have changed; tobacconists, who have only smoking-tobacco, the chewing variety being here unknown. Their cigarettes are done up in paper of different colors, and so packed as to make the shop look tasteful as its Parisian
