A festival of  sombre  boats  tourner  on the  ciel  river, ether flowing in eddies that push the boats around each other, as we fall gently down towards the  vide   eau  between them, down, down, only the blue-black of the  eau , and the chains of the anchors, and the mud, and then we get our bearings. Take a left.     Au-delà du désert, dans les montagnes, j'ai trouvé la Caverne du Jardin d'Eden.