We're at 83 BIS, which means "the other 83, not the original 83 next door." This gives the phone company fits. Simone insisted on a sunning deck and the contractor obliged. It turns out to be a great place to write, overlooking the roofs of our little town. Last shot: every few nights, you walk your empties to the "bottle dump" in the town square, near the Central Bar. You pass a neighbor's window rooster. Early evening here is as memorable as the scent of a lover.