We follow, drawn through streets and squares and passages, our hands moulding and burnishing railings anew as we scale steep, steep inclines climbing up and tumbling down, rolling with the lilt and lull of this built upon land. We echo through dim dankness as buildings grow up suddenly tall to block the light, reducing the sky above to the merest slither of blue-grey. We glimpse shadows in doorways and silhouettes illuminated in windows silently watching our trespassing.