Barbara braced her hands against the marble flagstones and rolled sideways across her back to stare up into a wispy blue sky. Water splashed into a city fountain somewhere nearby. A throng of voices rose and fell around her in a soft murmur, merchants and passersby, and romping children chasing each other about the square. A dog barked. She squinted against the sunlight and stared up at the flock of birds casting darting shadows across her face, and listened as a familiar, delicate piano melody plucked through the air, then as a string quartet rose to join it.