Surmatants

In Tartu, on the edge of Toomemägi, demonic subversions of Christian iconography daubed decrepit buildings. >>>>As the dusk gathered, I climbed through the trees to Kuradisild, Devil’s bridge, and crossed its threshold. Grey footprints in the stone seemed to tempt me across. >>>>Passing beneath the trees, the ruins of the cathedral loomed in the dim light. Haunted by a white spectral image of the girl immured into the walls, beside them the ancient sacrificial stone squatted, crippled and strapped. >>>>I shivered and tried to shake the feeling but it didn’t leave me till I was long gone the next morning and safe inside Tallinn’s fairytale tower walls.

Estonia