This article originally appeared in The Times

By Darrel Bristow-Bovey

There’s something about a river. As we speak I’m on the balcony of my suite on Uniworld’s SS Antoinette, surely the loveliest river boat in the world, cruising up the Rhine towards Basel, with Germany on my right and France on the left and the setting sun turning the water a burnt umber while on the shipside of the bowwave the wave’s own low shadow dances and unfolds like a dark flame, like ink in plasma. It is utterly silent.

The river that runs through us