EVERY DAY AT DUSK, YOUNG AND NOT SO YOUNG PEOPLE GATHER ALONG THE CANAL WITH PICNIC BASKETS AND BOTTLES OF WINE

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And so on. By the fifth set of steps, my hands feel as if they are being ripped from my arms and my heart is rehearsing for some percussion extravaganza. Surely, I think, this must be the final flight. I'm wrong. Claire's apartment is six floors up, off a landing where tall plants grow oblivious to the poverty of light, 115 steps above-ground.