(99) * I'm alone at night on location filming. To see the world I go to the first floor of a bar known where you can dine on the go. The room is all in windows and the view is beautiful. We are facing the pier, fishing boats leaving for the night. I can not hear their engines but they spin well underway, all working towards the same point off. The moon, like a powerful searchlight, illuminates one of the boats sometimes, sometimes the other, isolating it from its halo round. It looks like a superb staging of cinema. None of the tubs has turned his little small lights for guidance. Sailors prepare before the pods. One of them saw a dark spot on the water, he made his boat back to port and using a large dip, he catches a fish. I'm surprised it bothers a piecework. The sea began to stir, how will they cope? A huge wave is approaching, high like a wall coming into south-west. The boats are one single row, with their profile before the onslaught. The roller pounces on all boats at once, and they have just taken the water back as simple canoes. We also, in our glass cage, we begin to heel. Will we be able, as the bar room is rectangular, the same stunt? I call Mary, who is divorced and seeking an apartment. I told him that Paris is too expensive and ugly.

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