Monaca and I are currently sitting in the Jardin Anglais, where the Rhone flows out of Lac Leman. They have music festivals here every evening throughout the summer. They have all these tents serving drinks, kebabs, etc. The music is almost exclusively American. So far we've heard "At the Hop," "Twist and Shout," "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For," "Money for Nothing" . . . It's pretty funny. We're sitting on the grass with our 250-ml. cans of Heineken (cheaper than soda), listening to the music and the splashing of a fountain, watching traffic go by and the sun slowly descending. Heavenly.