“In another hour the canals will be full of people for the procession.” Sinclair tells me as we look down on the wintry scene. “The processions will start here and weave through the old town until dawn, putting up greenery and decorations to transform the city for the holiday and giving gifts to the residents.”
“That’s so lovely.” I express genuinely. I’ve never known a holiday as magical as the solstice, and it’s only just beginning. “But if it doesn’t start for an hour, then why did we come so early? You said we were going to be late!”
“I padded the time a bit – I thought we could take advantage of the peace and quiet and skate a little.” Sinclair suggests, keeping one arm protectively looped around my shoulders.
“But I don’t know how to skate.” I whisper nervously, “And what about th
