there was an old canopy. this place i visited from time to time, by the river, and on to the back yard, half the furniture aged in the weathered time, though still, the magic of it all was intact. the old lady lived downstairs. she was avid lover of animals and insects. she had to carry her dog because it had arthritis on its back.we spoke about divine things but what is there not to like? the weather reminded me of Michigan. like an open space aquarium. you could drink the air if you believed enough.