SYNOPSIS:  It was a day of grading and rest day today…  About the sounds of Bali.  And about a dance performance.

Today it wasn’t the sound of the muezzin that had gotten me up at 4:30 every morning so far;  it was one of a half dozen or so neighborhood roosters that decided to fill in at just about the same time right outside my window.   Soon the roosters were joined by one of the Spitzes from the neighborhood — don’t hold me to any kind of brand, but in Germany we tend to call any small, ever yelping dog a Spitz — and it was clear that the night was over.VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY