Likely the last hike of the year, given the imminent rain. Up and down Mori Point, where it’s unclear when the rock ends and the dirt begins. Then some fine ramen for dinner, followed by an old Agnès Varda movie, Cléo from 5 to 7 (1962), I’d never seen before. Watched at home on the TV, yeah, but start to finish, never hit pause once. Absolutely fantastic sound. There’s a scene early on when the title protagonist enters a cafe, and between the street noise and the interior cacophony, a vehicle is heard passing by, and it’s like a strip of ribbon covers the seam of the transition. Later, she exits a building and there’s a little boy banging at the curb on a tiny toy piano. The score then fades in, and its rattling arrangement clearly adopts the child’s playing. Those are just two moments among myriad in a remarkable film.