It took almost two hours to reach Norwich. The sign welcoming visitors to the fine city had a note proclaiming that it had been proudly rebuilt since the anarchy. Harry stared out of the window at the unfamiliar sights. Pedestrians bustled along the pavements, some stepping out into the road to avoid women's parasols. The men wore homburgs or fedoras, but a few also carried umbrellas, as though they were afraid last night's storm would return, despite the clear sky. The houses were tall with yellow, pink or pastel blue fronts and intricate wrought ironwork on the balconies