In the vicinity of the phonograph museum there was an accumulation of houses that emitted that specific aura which comes along when the boundary line to the other worlds draws near. Everyday life of course proceeds smoothly but you never know if what you see is what there is.
I went to Cafe Frère around very late lunch time. The owner was preparing coffee behind the bar, casually chatting with three middle aged man who were enthusiastically watching a documentary about the inventor of the digital camera.
