In the past, the axis has been Art Pepper and Bach. Today, for some reason, it was Miles Davis Ascenseur pour l’échafaud. Just fabulous, I thought. The slow, relaxing tempo; Miles’ trumpet.

Then I looked out the window and almost fell down laughing. It became a giant TV. The music was the perfect soundtrack to people ambling along the promenade.

As Sam and I ate breakfast, we pointed out to each other the people who the cameraman was zooming in on. Uncanny – but then Miles’ music is a film soundtrack.

The Lift to the Scaffold in God’s waiting room.