Maybe it was from a walk to a record store on the downhill sidewalk with the stairs from the top of the floor. The others had sat down to taste French cuisine and I found the store below. Maybe it was when I read about James Bond listening to George Feyer's album "Echoes of Paris". However, the idea and the original excerpts remained for a long time in the drawers of my mind and in the scattered pieces of decades-old hard disks. Suppose the dream (or nightmare) was something like this.
Reconstruction of old ideas, March 2021.
