La rue

la strada“At the first dawn of the morning we closed all the massy shutters of our old building; lighted a couple of tapers ¬†which, strongly perfumed, threw out only the ghastliest and the and feeblest of rays. By reading, writing or conversing, until warned by the clock of the advent of the true Darkness. Then we sallied forth into the streets, arm in arm, continuing the topics of the day, or roaming far and wide until a late hour, seeking, amid the wild lights and shadows of the populous city, that infinity of mental excitement which quiet observation can afford”.

The Murders in the Rue Morgue, Edgar Allan Poe