The London suburbs of the nineteenth century as history did not know them. Concord, Massachusetts. The air is filled with the heady scent of caramel and cinnamon. The wind tugs at the black and white striped tents of a traveling circus. Is this Prague anymore? Wherever the night circus takes you, you are always breathless with the tricks of the tattooed snake girl; admire the Ice Garden, which can only be compared to a dream, or wander through the magical Labyrinth, and yet.....
