In the Old City of Vilnius, as it turns out, there are one hundred forty-seven streets, alleys, squares, markets, and bridges. Knowing the character of our city, we have no doubt this number will change many more times—here, almost every day something appears and something disappears, and everyone feels like it has always been this way—this is one of the rules of our secret everyday game. And yet, this is the last, seventh volume of “Tales of Old Vilnius.” Let’s say that in the great heavenly lottery, the city and we were dealt the number one hundred forty-seven—and of course we hit the jackpot. And we are firmly determined to have a blast.