Although making your way through this crosswalk can feel like a world wind, there's one landmark that serves as a loyal stabilizing force, the statue of Hachiko the Dog.
You know, with any long-running show, you need gusts of wind to blow in, right, to shake things up and try to keep the energy alive, and keep it going in a positive direction.
A gust of wind that blew in at the window ruffled the cloth on the table, and in the square below all the great caps of the peasant women were uplifted by it like the wings of white butterflies fluttering.
Something similar happened in 1916 when a French flamethrower regiment was conducting an assault on German positions, when a gust of wind blew the burning fuel back on the operators, killing 25 of them.
He could have sworn, too, that he felt something brush against his side, a gentle something like a draught or bird wings, but looking down he saw nothing there.