Chatting with a very tall tennis player. We talk about tennis and I look at one of his rackets. He says we should go out and hit some balls. I tell him that I’m very rusty.
In some town, walk along some streets and down a hill. Put my stuff somewhere and go walking back through the town. There are lots of Brutalist buildings and I walk through. Turn around and try to get back to where I started. Someone helps, we walk through some narrow alleys and through someone’s house. They offer us dinner, but I say I have to get back. We walk on and I try retracing my steps.