The third Street, which ends in the Square of _Spain_, has also nothing in it worth seeing. To hear a _Roman_ speak of the Square of _Spain_, one would think it the finest Place in the World; but I know nothing that less deserves that Character. ’Tis much narrower in the Middle than at both Ends; it is but half-paved; and, excepting the Palace of _Spain_, which is occupied by the Cardinal _Bentivoglio_[1], the Ambassador of that Crown, and the Palace _de Propaganda_, it has not one handsome House. In the Middle of it there’s a plentiful Fountain, in form of a Bark, placed in an oval Bason. This Fountain stands at the Foot of a prodigious Stair-case, which leads to the Church of _Trinity on the Mountain_, belonging to the _French Minims_. ’Twas made during the Pontificate of Pope _Innocent_ XIII. of the Family of _Conti_, out of the Money which a rich _Frenchman_ left on his Death-Bed for that very Purpose. They say, that no less than 60,000 _Roman_ Crowns were expended in it; which, if true, ’twas Money very ill laid out; for the Stair-case is of a Taste perfectly _Gothic_, and so ill built, that it is actually falling to Decay, though it is not above five Years since it was finished. If the old _Romans_ were but to peep out of their Graves at this Piece of Work, I dare say, they would blush to see how their Successors build. The Square of _Spain_, as ugly, and as much hid as it is by Houses, is the Place of Rendezvous for all the _Beau Monde_ in the City. Here the Ladies, sitting at their Ease in their Coaches, receive the Homage of the Gentlemen standing at their Coach-doors; and thus an Hour or two is spent every Evening, in breathing the worst Air in ROME, mixed with Clouds of Dust; and one is not only pester’d with Beggars, but every Minute in Danger of being crush’d to pieces between the Coaches, which press forward, without keeping their Ranks, or observing any Order. I know not how you would like it, but I am sure, for my own Part, who am not a Man for amorous Prattle, I avoid being here as much as possible, and had rather go up to the Terras, which is upon Mount _Trinity_. There I have the Pleasure to see something of what passes in the Square of _Spain_; I extend my View over all ROME, and even into the Country beyond it, and there I breathe the fresh Air, without the Risque of being broke upon the Wheel. ’Tis true, that I see none except Abbés and Prelates; but they are not Eye-sores to me, and besides, I should find the same at the Doors of the Ladies Coaches.