"Three days to see a thousand years of history," she mused. "You’re not a tourist; you’re a ghost. You’re drifting through without touching anything."
Elias stiffened. "I like to be prepared. I’m only here for three days." tourist
Below, the Old Town Square was waking up. He watched the first wave of tour groups arrive, their colorful umbrellas bobbing like cereal bits in milk. From this height, he could see the intricate gears of the great clock through a side window, humming with a life the people below never saw. "Three days to see a thousand years of history," she mused
"The fog doesn't read the forecast," she shrugged. "You’re the type who likes to be on time, aren't you?" tourist