from my street-side table next to a picture windowfull of bubbles created , wrangell told me , by turkish artisans , specializing in early first millennium vitreous work , i could make out wisps of fog dipping down to wreath the yotsuya buildings upper floors ; the days light moved along the color spectrum from asort ofhacienda summer kitchen orange-mustard to akind offarallon islands wet pebbles gray .