And then if I have to cross a large open space I forget everything. There's a gale from the southwest today. The air in the square is swirling about. The tip of the Town Hall is teetering in small circles. All this agitation should be controlled.
Every window pane is rattling and the lamp posts are bending like bamboo.
Th every robe of the Virgin Mark on her column is fluttering and the stormy wind is snatching at it. The ladies and gentlemen who should be walking on the paving stones are driven along. When the wind slackens they come to a stop, exchange a few words and bow to each other, but when the wind blows again they can't help themselves, all their feet leave the ground at the same moment. They have to hold on to their hats, or course, but their eyes twinkle merrily as if there were only a gentle breeze. Not only have I heard many like it and experienced them, but I've even played a part in some of them.