Where does Enchanteur takes all this imagination? In her post “Taking the Plunge“, she tells us about some mysterious country. At the market, there is a pageant… I had to check in my dictionary to find the signification! It either a system to bring light to a scene without any lens or a play about historical fact… “reliving some parts of history as this is real”.

Here I am in the port, close to the Market. I watch the sun going down. I hear the noise coming from the merchants, the signers enjoying the visitors’ lives, trying to make a living from their arts.

I can feel the warmth of the wind mixed the saline smell of varech. Far away, I hear whales talking to each others and their huge shining tails breaking the waves. The children a free. They talk to each others, even if they don’t know each others. They have no fear of adults walking around. Full of confidence in the world around, they play, enjoy them selves and invite us to be part of their games.

I play for a while with them to cards… a new game. It’s funny: we don’t speak the same language but i can understand what they are telling me.

I go, on the dock, wandering, picking a fruit, nuts, one bread, drinking from the clay bottle bough from that booth there.Here they are. This is my group. I see the crow checking on us, making sure everything goes well. The lady there is L’Enchanteur. I know it from the pictures I saw. It was planed that we all meet here.

Some of us draw, some weave their threads, their words, whatever. Some sculpt, some do all of that in front of their laptop. I feel a bit funny with my bag full of new wools, old hooks, pens, pencils, and notepads, and beads borrowed this old lady sitting at the corner of the street as a talisman. She told me I should bring them back to her after my trip… I just have to bring them in a new format, anything will do, as long as she gets them back.

I feel bizarre too… I have no training in anything related to this trip but life and observation. Well, I’ll put up with this lack of everything.

I have vertigo from all these smell, noise, people, new surroundings are overwhelmingly beautiful! But this is a positive one… like a trampoline helps me jump a little higher.

I’m ready. My beetle is with me, in my pocket. I also met this new bird. It just stood on my shoulder giving this eye to mine saying “hey, let’s go travel together for this time.” I could see a smile on its cheeks… but birds can’t smile… I can’t see how it did this! I’ll be well supported by this donkey, this bird and my beetle. What a ménagerie!