His attention caught by some toys in the market - a brief search for a bureau de change - and a little later Mohinder was crouched by a fairly smooth, empty pavement.
A twist of fingers and cord sent one top running into another, Mohinder counting, under his breath, the seconds tell it fell.
Re: Evening at the markets in Caen
A twist of fingers and cord sent one top running into another, Mohinder counting, under his breath, the seconds tell it fell.