THE THIRD ALLEYWAY we came across held the sign I’d been hoping for. “This is it. Coppet Walk.”
I ducked down the six-foot wide gap with Beth at my heels. Thankfully, the fleece sweater she’d insisted on buying from the first store we passed helped maintain my body heat. The temperatures hadn’t risen with daylight—may even have plummeted—and the snowflakes had increased in size and density. To an extent, the walk offered shelter with its high stone walls on either side.
Farther along, the alley opened up into a courtyard that housed a quaint gathering of small and unusual businesses—a fancy-dress store, a tiny jewellery shop that boasted all items being handmade on the premises, a candle factory with elaborately carved wax in the window, a vintage clothing shop, and Sacred.
I turned to
