The Streets 'We' Walked...
A Riddle in the Snow ‘A stiff wind drives snow in my face as I head down the street. Every so often, the wind stops and, in eerie silence, snowflakes, like tears of angels, continue to whisper down. I let my mind wander over the events of the last few days. My thoughts return to Jacques Moreaux, the very proper Swiss.’ (Episode 24)
A Spy in the Woods ’La appears and heads down a path into the woods. I wait, then signaling Pavel my intent, quickly set out after her. At the edge of the woods, I join the path following her tracks, clearly visible in the new snow. Rounding a sharp turn that cuts through a thick stand of trees, I almost bump right into her as she stands glaring at me from under her grey fur hat.’
A Way Through the Labyrinth ‘Frosty bites of wind on my face, I briskly walk through the crisp winter night. Approaching the embankment of Griboedov Canal I pause a moment taking in the view of the azure and gold onion domes of the Church of the Spilled Blood, then quickly cross the bridge and enter a labyrinth of arch-spanned paths and inner yards leading to the Winter Palace.’ (Episode 62) A Mystery on the Bridge A brunette in a long dark coat hurriedly walks through the city’s blind passageway. The heels of her red shoes hitting the ancient limestone send reverberating echoes down the twisting streets of Venice. As she approaches a narrow bridge hanging over one of the Castello district canals, she slows down. (Episode 85)
A Chase in the Night Tuned in to the dark eerie night, he detects a soft echo of her footsteps receding into the depths of a passage. Following the sound, he soon catches up with her. Some distance still between them, she briskly walks down the narrow street. Keeping to the shadowy patches of the lane, he comes after her. (Episode 86)
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