And this I did, my friends; this I did, sprinting out of the house in the direction of
church, mostly thrilled at the success of my devious plan thus far, but with a tiny dark roil
somewhere near my spleen or gall bladder; and headlong went I through the
little alley behind the Murphys» house, and toward the small bedraggled woods behind the firehouse, not even a forest but more like an overgrown vacant lot.
With cobble stone roads, cute narrow
little buildings and stunning museums and
churches, it just feels like
somewhere you can just go and relax.