One of my neighbours is playing bagpipe*. He, or she for that matter, is actually playing quite well. It is just one of those instruments which defies all sound-deadening insulation, not that there would be any in the building I live in. Which makes me think about the students’ hall in Grenoble where I lived for three years. The walls were but cardboard. Until today, I pity the neighbours I had at that time when I learned to play guitar there.