until it came to the gray, shabby tenements inhabited by people who lived on the edge of time.
Here too, though, everything was still and silent.
What followed was a chase in reverse - a chase in which countless gray figures were pursued through the city,
at a discreet distance behind the last of the stragglers, by a girl with a flower in her hand and a tortoise under her arm.
But how strange the city looked now! Long lines of cars choked the streets with the fumes from their exhausts solidified,
and behind each wheel sat a motionless driver, one hand frozen on horn or gear lever.
Momo even caught sight of one driver who had been immobilized while glaring at his neighbour and meaningfully tapping his forehead.
Cyclists were poised at road junctions with their arms extended, signalling right or left,
and the people thronging the pavements resembled waxwork figures.
Traffic policemen stood at crossroads, whistles in their mouths, caught in the act of waving the traffic on.
A flock of pigeons hovered motionless above a square, and high overhead, as though painted on the sky, was an equally motionless aeroplane.
The water in the fountains might have been ice, leaves falling from trees were suspended in mid-air,
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