And a strange dream. Cara Sposa and I were on vacation in Tuscany. We were in the courtyard of the inn where we were staying, the main feature of which was a well in a "quaint, rustic" style, compleat with ivy and terra-cotta pots of geraniums. Odd feature was a hunk of swordfish hanging from a chain over the well, which was full to the brim with milky water. A hammerhead shark kept sniffing the blood that was trickling in and leaping out of the water. Perhaps this was "entertainment".