Its been raining all day, the kind of early fall city rain that brings comfort of crowded cafes, glistening wet pavement and soft swishing of taxis going by. It always rains for hours on end here..I pretend to be rushing off to someplace important, when I really just want to hide under my umbrella and jump over puddles and peek in the store windows. Rain over gray water, shiny black horses on the bridge froze in full gallop, tamed. Pretty soon gray will turn dark, and I'll be free again. Free to cross the threshold, alone and invisible, free to fly over moon-lit rooftops..The city is mine for the taking. I'm blessed ! Margot made a pact with the devil, I -- just went to sleep..Gust of wind blows the window open, flying white curtains like white flags, surrender..I'm free-falling, gliding, floating on air. The city lies below, an open map, treasures sparkling, scattered at my feet. Over wrought iron gates, over Summer Garden of Gods. Its dead, abandoned by time itself, its fake statues-- pale white ghosts, century old oaks, whispering words of warning, leave at once.. On to the old quarters..Nod to caryatids under a crumbly old balcony. I step inside and take a look around a dark room..
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