Wednesday 3rd March
I am in Chalon sur Saône, in a truly French apartement overlooking the River Saône.
The fat brown river glides strong, fast and silent past the window and I’m in its underwatery sonorities even without my hydrophones. I am playing at the Kontakt Sonore festival here tomorrow , and am all a-bristle with an orchestra of water music so must be sleeping in just the right place. The man who bought me a perfect espresso in the sunshine at Gare du Lyon said it was my lucky day.