When the train arrived at platform a beautiful music rose above the water noise and the acoustics of the valley made the hair in the back of your head rise up. One dancer appeared at the bottom of the fall as it can be seen in the photo. After a while she would disappear behind the rocks and another one dressed exactly the same would appear at the top of the fall. They must have been recreating a legend about ghosts…and it was here that the batteries gave up the ghost….