I realized the power was out, my ceiling fan was spinning to a stop, the rumble of the city beyond my room had momentarily stilled. Then shouts began in the darkness.
I got up and dressed. I could smell pungent smoke in the air, but not consistently, it seemed to come and go as it swirled thru the narrow streets, I could not tell its location.
I went downstairs and then passed through the heavy carved doors and into the street.
