A quiet Sunday in the vicinty of Bassin St Pierre. The evidence of a sea change. Redundant (rusting) cranes, a network of railway track leading into oblivion (or at least the undergrowth) and a lone angler, fishing a canal still obviously stocked below the waterline. Pressing further north. A distinct absence of anyone on foot and very few vehicles. Large sheds and warehouses in various states of disrepair and then the standing stones. An inadvertent contemporary installation (a la Richard Long) as sizeable dark boulders are placed around areas earmarked for transformation. A billboard proclaims ‘Demain’ but ‘Hier’ is still here.