It was Carl, who had mentioned seeing this installation on the floor and ceiling of a building lobby in Montreal. She did not remember the name of the building, or perhaps Carl had not told her. On the floor was an elegiac world map where the oceans were depicted as continents, and the continents were oceans. Above, if she remembered Carl's description correctly, was a moon-shaped mirror that reflected the floor. It was, she recollected, a work of public art that still resided somewhere in Montreal. Perhaps she would find it, and Griff would accompany her. The issue of the place of art in their relationship was not at the moment troublesome to her. At intense see-and-be-seen Bay Area art openings, artists seldom arrived with their families. But Montreal as a tourist was another world. She finished her lunch of salad, French bread, and white wine and headed up the steep hill, through the courtyard, to the room where her studio class would resume.