Margaret strode ahead of them along the cliff path.
Phew! said Le Bon David. What a bossy woman!
Come on, said The VeloDrone. We'd better catch up. The sooner we see the Contemplation the sooner we'll get something to eat.
They caught up to Margaret, who had descended into a small bay in which they could see a ship's mast, an upturned cement boat and a flat wooden panel inscribed with text.
Oh no, groaned Le Bon David. Another artwork!
Sit down here, said Margaret. Isn't this tranquil. It's the Contemplation. It is the work of Marjiana Tadic, and it represents the relationships between cultural groups and individuals with the surrounding environment.
Lovely, said The VeloDrone. A sort of shipwreck.
They sat down on the flat panel and contemplated the Contemplation.
Look! said David. It's much nicer around the bend there! It even looks like there might be some sand!
You like sand? asked Margaret. Then you are a geologist after all.
I't's better than rocks, said Le Bon David. You can sit on it comfortably.
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