Two travellers board the metro at Valencia's Xativa station, after having wrestled with a broken ticket machine and an even more broken beaurocratic system in charge of the station. They speed to the airport and wait for the plane, looking out at a smoggy and picturesque airport sunset. The time until the flight slides slowly by, and they eat sandwiches of chorizo and iberian cured ham. Finally they board the flight, which, being run by Ryanair, is loud with commercial advertisements on the PA system and bright with neon lights. So, forgetting sleep, they put on headphones and drift through music-worlds on the empty plane. And then they land, bumpily, at the stupid little airport that only stupid little Ryanair would use, and board a shuttle for Paris. The travelers feel lost, they could sort of speak Spanish and felt at home there, but here they are again in a thoroughly foreign world where they can neither understand nor be understood. But the bus works its way into downtown Paris. Once there the two travelers fight their way onto a metro (the ticket machine, again revolting against them, not accepting credit or cash but only coins, of which they are forty cents short) and so they are ushered through by generous strangers ("I have always depended upon the kindness of strangers" one of them says in Blanche DuBois' southern drawl) and board a metro that they hope is heading for the right place. It is eleven oclock and Paris is quiet as they walk briskly past the Hotel de Ville and Notre Dame, and cross the bridge to their friend's apartment. She takes them in, out of the cold, and makes them warm delicious food and wraps them up in warm delicious blankets and they fall asleep in utter peace. But seemingly moments later the two travelers rise again, lift their massive backpacks and the violin and guitar, and depart Rue St. Julien-le-Pauvre and their friend. The travelers retrace the steps that they made only 8 short hours before. And speed on the metro, this time in an opposite direction. They arrive at the bus station and wait for their bus to board. And then the two travelers are off again, after softly and briefly landing in Paris they are on the road once more to....