A Dream -- Saturday 3 October

I'm floating through a labyrinth of Technicolor houseboats on the Seine, each one pulsating with harmonies of machinery and nature. The Eiffel Tower looms like a golden parrot in the twilight, its iron latticework echoing the rhythms of an unseen orchestra. I'm humming a tune from childhood, and it seems to be guiding me through this watery maze. In the distance, I hear whispers of forgotten conversations, the echoes of history mingling with the present like the notes of a symphony.