So it's winter. Wet and cold. White or grey. Fog and clouds. Grey lines above other grey lines, white clouds on a white sky and bell towers almost black against the white sky. The steaming river, drops of water, the smell of leaves in damp piles the lukewarm smell of rotting leaves, a vague smell of dogs, the cooing of pigeons. The smell of muddy dogs and the smell of mud puddles. The grey water of the puddles. The mist an anis green. A wet smell and a white sky. Cold.