I pressed the bell marked Klingberg.
No bell marks the start of our day.
A short prayer after the second bell marks the beginning of the Grand Silence.
The scream of a shrill bell marks the changes between scenes.
The bell, marked "James Gregory, New York, 1885," for its maker and casting date, is suspended in a wooden frame above a bucket of water, which, in a preservation effort, is pumped over the bell to keep it wet.
Nevertheless, a steady stream of shoppers makes a detour here — young women in vintage dresses, bourgeois mothers with blunt -cut hair, elderly ladies in nubby furs — ducking down Calle Almendro and buzzing the bell marked "Helena Rohner" on an unassuming 19th-century apartment building.
I'm not yet willing to conclusively rule that Thursday's massive decline, which was all but undone by the closing bell, marked "rock bottom" for this pullback.
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Back in Sangbast village, the sound of the bell marks the end of the school day, and the students dash out of their classrooms and run towards home.
In one of Italy's largest urban centres, neighbourhoods are still organised as little communities around Catholic churches, and bells mark the passage of time by rhythmically announcing the end of the day.
Near the Edge Times Are Tough, With No End In Sight The great green copper roof of St. Mary Gate of Heaven Roman Catholic Church looms over the block, and the church's tolling bells mark the passage of time as they have for generations.
