It was quite late, you know... San Marco was deserted. (She refilled
my glass). I had been to a concert... It was no long ago.
(She smiled).
Capisci? I knew I should have walked 'round, but there it was :
San Marco,
my dear, and no one on it ! I began to walk across the empty
Square -
you understand, my dear ? Out of the shadows a young man appeared.
I continued walking. He began to leap and dance around me.
I walked on... (Olga's elegant head, defiantly eret)... crossing
San Marco at an angle, you understand, towards the Canale.
I had been at the teatro Malibran, at a concert. Again the man
leaped and danced in a circle around me ! (Her face crinkled).
I said nothing. He said nothing. As I walked, he danced,
I walked and so on. (She shrugged : if that is what he wants to do !) He danced, circle after circle... until we finished crossing the square.That's all : (she laughed) I walked, he danced !
