17th March 1671

I sat for a while on lost threadbare carpets waiting for my next move to become apparent, In the next room an elegant man and woman danced without sound, beside them two old men (clearly asleep) clutched Violins covered in dust, after a while the woman curtsied, the man bowed and they started again. I gazed out the window in time to catch sight of a gentleman in striped pajamas leap of across the rooftops holding a ginger cat.

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