"I do, however, know this: When you love a city and have explored it frequently on foot, your body, not to mention your soul, gets to know the streets so well after a number of years, that in a fit of melancholy, perhaps stirred by a light snow falling ever, so sorrowfully, you'll discover your legs carrying you on their own accord toward one of your favorite promontories..."
My Name Is Red, Orhan Pamuk
