9:24pm -Monday January 22nd, 1923
The journey was placid enough that you each gain +1 San.
As you step through the open door of the train and emerge into the vault of the station, the first thing you are aware of is the wind. It howls about the covered platform like an angry beast, piercing clothing and sucking the warmth from your shivering bodies. Loose dirt and twigs hurtle through the air. Occasionally, a particularly strong gust rattles loose portions of the roof, so that the whole structure echoes and vibrates.
Porters, secure in well-buttoned great-coats, assist with your luggage and eventually the shelter of the waiting room is reached. Porters and passengers alike curse the wind, which they call the "bora", a common phenomena in this region.
It seems like you will have to wait for a taxicab: only motor-driven transport is out tonight. All the horse-drawn cabs have gone home, as even the most heartless cabby would not force an animal out into this weather. From your guide book, you know the best hotels are the Savoia Excelsior Palace and the Hotel de la Ville. Others include the Metropole, the Moncenisio and the Centrale.
You remember the clue that Professor Smith left you regarding Trieste: he told you to look up Johann Winckelmann at the museum. But which museum? Surely, there are different museums in this city, and you don't know which one he was referring to.
