Some nights of the year are special, and this is one of these. Dust is creeping from the river, capturing gently the sleeping city. A breath of smoky wood is in the air. Lanterns' lights seem less bright than in other nights. The moon is hiding behind grey clouds. Black cats are sneaking thievishly around corners, sometimes mourning their eldritch language. Spooky shadows scare harmless commoners. It is quiet - the fog erodes every sound of the night. Pubs are closing early not to disturb the deads and undeads. No honest people on the streets tonight. It's halloween - all saints' night - in Trier. Be prepared!

(I'd love to give you a picture of this experience but unfortunetely my mirror image went off today and I'm still searching for it.)