Sweet and sour.

The day was hot, the night less surprisingly, cool.

As for the events, people and work completed, things were unusual.

The bicycle-like pace of the tasks completed had continued and yet the number of people welcomed was more like a rocket.

Signals and interpretations were received and made.

Everything was noted in a small leather notebook, each subject entered in its own color.

A likeable way of proceeding we thought. So did everyone.