A Trip to Prater Allee
Uzh polhoch blizitsya from Pique Dame by Tchaikovsky
A misty, damp start to the day and a trip to Prater Allee to gather some atmosphere for a meeting that is going to take place between our man from the ministry and his Russian equivalent. Word count is notching up quite nicely, but I’m going to need more than 50,000 words to cover the plot.
