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 the white spectre 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