The chill autumn night is breathing down your neck as you weave through the contorted streets of Old Town. Gothic spires and iron fence posts stab skyward, attempting to fend off the night.
Saints stare down from their high perches.
Their eyes follow you with pity. As you round a corner in the old Jewish quarter, you're brought up short. The light of a lonely street lamp falls on a slender woman, dressed only in a red silk negligee, dancing in the middle of the street. She stops in mid-spin, arrests you with her stunning dark eyes and beckons you to join her. It will be your last dance if you do.