Floating town

Jamie, our elder son, is travelling through Asia. This week he is staying on a floating town somewhere inVietnam. There are, of course, no street addresses, and apparently it occassionally glides to a new location altogether. It reminds me of the now defunct walled city of Kowloon. Both are aberrant pieces of urbanity, with no design, no larger thought than a huddlng of lives and the resultant binding fabric.

I landed a new project today, or rather the go ahead to investigate one, for a new house up the Sunshine Coast. My new plan is to do one house project per year, and this came along almost precisely on time. I'm going up to the coast next week, for an Englishman living in Bolivia with his American wife.