All is not what it seems
Marche De Rakoczi from La Damnation de Faust by Berlioz
And as our happy couple returns from Paris, as do I. So I’ve picked up where I left off last week and gone back to the Tyrol in 1938. When I next jump forward to more recent times, the big decision will be whether John genuinely likes Eve or whether he’s hoping for some pillow talk that will give him the information he wants. There’s now a bit of a hint that granny might not be all she seems.
