Elias looked at the key, then at his itinerary. Opening shutters wasn't on the list. It would push breakfast back by forty minutes.

"The fog doesn't read the forecast," she shrugged. "You’re the type who likes to be on time, aren't you?"

He looked at his map. 06:00: Sunrise at Charles Bridge. 07:30: Breakfast at Café Savoy.

She stood up and handed him a small, battered brass key. "My nephew runs a clock repair shop three alleys down from the Square. He’s late today because his daughter is sick. If you open the shutters for him, he’ll let you sit in the loft. You can watch the Astronomical Clock from above, away from the crowds. No ticket, no line."