Imagine this scenario.

You're making your way across bustling Paris for the Gar-San-Lazard in the 8th Arand-Dismont.

In your pocket, tickets for the train.

In your backpack or your bag.

A beach towel.

Swimware.

In your mind, exciting thoughts of excess, fun and sunshine. You board the train.

Two hours and 45 minutes, you step foot into a new territory with sights and sounds unlike any you've seen.

The clattering of dice on the table in the casino. The smell of fresh hay at the racecourse. Everything seems possible. You have made it to your

destination. D is for Doville, the subject of this week's episode of the Eiffel Tower.

My name's Oliver G. I'm taking you to Normandy this week, but let's start with little music from Pressmax.

Music A little word on that song from Press Maxon, Al Maestro.

He says, the song is called Bring on the Dancing Horses.

Because when I think of Doeville, I think of horses.

That's what he says.

By the early 80s new wave pop group, Echo and the Bunny Men.

If D is for Doville, D is also for different.

And I've been making music for Paris, but Doville isn't Paris, so I did things differently.

I put a little layer of drums and a guitar I rarely play down alongside a little banjo riff,

a rarity on an earful tune, and I used a piano on a glockenspiel.

Oh, but of course.

To handle the melody.

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