moc-co-lo-o-o-o

Updated: May 2, 2025

Senza Moccolo!; low balconies full of lovely faces and gay dresses, struggling with assailants in the streets; some repressing them as they climb up, some bending down, some leaning over, some shrinking back delicate arms and bosoms graceful figures glowing lights, fluttering dresses, Senza Moccolo, Senza Moccoli, Senza Moc-co-lo-o-o-o! when in the wildest enthusiasm of the cry, and fullest ecstasy of the sport, the Ave Maria rings from the church steeples, and the Carnival is over in an instant put out like a taper, with a breath!

Charles Dickens - Pictures from Italy