“The first boats clearly defined the fall zone, rippling on the water, caked with dirt and filings of iron collected over the years from the rumbling bridge. The bill for the stoppage of these boats condemned them to abandonment. Some were moored strangely or had awkward railings protruding from them, so you needed to be careful when walking along the narrow pier below the promenade of glamour and relaxation. You had to pay attention to everything, at the same time, affirm your charm and carelessness only.”