A sweetness . . . as that of a mid-morning breeze, which flows through the alcove formed by the pillars in an ancient temple. The air there is old and charged. The energy within those walls doesn’t dissipate . . . A space, which invites anybody into its reservoir and revives. It knows no discrimination and nor can any resistance endure its benevolence. And so was falling in love. ‘Take me to the river. Drop me in the water.’ The exciting memory of the soft hissing chorus, sung by David Byrne’s band of musicians at their Stop making sense concert!