I awake to a symphony in the Sampu Enkare (Banded water) stream in Saddle valley. Only a canvas tent, with screen, separates me from, well, everything. This is camping, glamorous, but still camping.

My heart pounds in Paris

I while away time in the Gare St. Lazarre, moving closer to the public piano, currently played rather well by a young Asian man. I move around the station from time to time just for a change. Two lovers kissing to my right, I place my bags near the glass paneled railing, but cannot lean against the…