My home away from home is The Village, an assortment of tent-like abodes, each hosting anywhere from ten people to one person (Me!)

Beyond my slow motion showering, another morning ritual is two visits to the “Bar” kiosk.  No, not for alcohol, but for cappuccino.  After a few days of this, the staff know me.  Yesterday I asked my favourite server to sing me a song.  She waved her hands and shook her head.  And more versions of “No!” came my way from other staff members.

So … I sang “O Canada” in French.  I was greeted by wide eyes and polite applause.  It was fun.

Early morning today it rained, and the skies were still grey as I approached my friends for another sample of liquid refreshment.  The corners of four mouths lifted.  And I thought “I make a difference with these folks.”

A young employee looked me in the eyes and said …

Tu apportes le soleil

You bring the sun

In the hours from then till midnight, I couldn’t imagine my day getting any better.

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Last Dour day.  The body is slow and likes sleeping a lot.  Tonight in De Bazaal I will dance in farewell, accompanied by hundreds of young people I will never meet.  Why not give ‘er one more time?

It’s afternoon after a rain of an hour or two.  I spent the time horizontal.  The sun has returned and so has my chair in the shade.  Think I’ll do something quiet and sweet, such as writing this post and reading The Amber Spyglass.  “Why not?” indeed.

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Just sittin’ and readin’ about the adventures of Lyra and Will – two teens who have inspired me through hundreds of pages to be Bruce.  Definitely unique (just like you).

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Back on the festival site, for the last time this year.  In The Last Arena, we danced …

And two night shots:

I’ll tell you about my evening dancing tomorrow

Goodnight