Restaurant bar Doc Martins where the people meet between 4 and 6 o’clock, trendy and beautiful place, live music, mainly country. Today everyone was there to celebrate the rehiring of a DJ who had been fired without explanation on December 31 from a radio station where she hosted an early morning program. She invited the people of the region to speak about their projects, ideas, expositions, concerts, meetings, events, or ideas of any sort. She created connections. And so the listeners wrote, protesting and a month later, the 1st of February, another Taos radio station offered to take the program.Musicians, friends, fans, and because she was a lesbian, many lesbians have come. I wander around the two rooms which are packed, everyone kissing her and kissing each other, taking her in their arms, congratulating her, music, laughter, conversations. I find myself at a table with a large, hefty woman, very fit, at least fifty, fire chief, at Questa, an hour north of Taos. She is accompanied by a small girl dressed all in pink, who adores the ice cream, draws on small scraps of paper and who is the daughter of Melinda, very blond, standing by the bar. Two old women came and sat opposite us, dressed as one might have been 50 years ago. Liz, Pamela and George are there. We are quite astounded. The DJ, who has the same look as Higelin, Nancy, I think, and with whom Carolyn had immediately made an acquaintance, asked us where we come from, what we do. I find very surprising that being lesbian seems to make you belong to a group where everyone knows each other. All other people here absolutely as one would have imagined from afar without really believing, western Americans: the boots and the jeans, for sure, but also the embroidered waistcoats, woven, with fringes, cowboy jackets and hats, vests and skirts in suede.The ambiance grew hotter and hotter. I listen to the music and watch. I am astonished, this is like the movies.Out the window, a splendid sky. Immense, wispy clouds. It had been an hour and a half that we had been there. I suddenly feel like leaving this “film” and going home.Especially as at 7 o’clock I am going with George and Pamela to the festival of short films of Taos which is taking place this weekend. 11 short films which we found really quite good except for 2, 3 which were junk.