She turns her face up and - as they wind up the street, their group slipping to their sides - they seem to go up and up. The streets that wind and turn until she can point up, looking over the rise.

"There - that is where we are going." And they weren't the only ones, many people were heading that way - as she pointed from the top of the hill they walked up, and before them like a snaking squall of lights, music and brightly dressed people - that were working their way to the Palace that towered up and above.