... rolledback the shutter of his shop, releasing the smell of bread into the air; smoke from the morning sacrifice eddied out into the darkness, stinging my noise with the pun-gent cleanliness of incense.A ... falling in a long, arrested tumble down to the - 21 The Door in the Wallswept blue curve of the sea. The shadows hug the walls, unwilling to venture fur-ther into the empty morning streets, the ... the windows, bringing with it the heat of an early October morning, the scent of stonebaking in the sun, a faint, salt whisper of the sea. Overhead pigeons flutter withmuted cries; from the...