But at tea, sitting at his round wrought-iron table on the shady side of the Piazza, he suddenly scented in the air a peculiar aroma, one which it now seemed to him he had been noticing for days without really being conscious of it-a sweetish, medicinal smell that suggested squalor and wounds and suspect cleanliness.
Ez zuen bere idoloa San Marcosen aurkitu. Baina te-garaian, plazaren alderdi itzaltsuan burdinazko mahaitxo biribil batean eserita, airean supituki usain berezi bat hartu zuen zenbait egun lehenago hauteman uste izandakoa, baina gehiegi konturatu gabe ordea: