We have moved hotels from Seminyak to Sanur. I take an evening walk along the beach, with Venus and a crescent moon hanging in the west, the limestone cliffs of Lembongan still visible and white. Warungs and restaurants, the beach and the path—all full of life. There are offerings in places—on the beach, in front of buildings, in doorways, at shrines and temples; a small island of so many offerings to the gods—it makes for a different place. An awareness of the unseen, and of the in-between.