Leroy Neiman Cafe Rive Gauche

She woke up when the motion of the sledge changed. It was suddenly smoother, and when she opened her eyes there were passing lights dazzling above her, so bright she had to pull the hood further over her head before peering out again. She was horribly stiff and cold, but she managed to pull herself upright enough to see that the sledge was driving swiftly between a row of high poles, each carrying a glaring anbaric light. As she got her bearings, they humped under the snow. At one side a stout metal mast had a familiar look, though she couldn't say what it reminded her of.
Before she could take much more in, the man in the sledge cut through the cord around her ankles, and hauled her out roughly while the driver shouted passed through an open metal gate at the end of the avenue of lights and into a wide open space like an empty marketplace or an arena for some sport. It was perfectly flat and smooth and white, and about a hundred yards across. Around the edge ran a high metal fence.At the far end of this arena the sledge halted. They were outside a low building, or a range of low buildings, over which the snow lay deeply. It was hard to tell, but she had the impression that tunnels connected one part of the buildings with another, tunnels