Sighisoara

Dusk in Sighisoara, and the floodlights have just come on across the old clock tower: pale stone, a tall dark spire with four little turrets and their flags, and a clock face set below with painted figures beside it.

Warm light spills out of the arched gateway at the foot of the tower and out of the yellow houses along the right-hand side. Three people stand on the cobbles watching, while a car goes by and leaves a long white streak of light behind it.