THE LAST DANCE

 

The last dance of the year at the Mitropa. We will be swinging again in 1930!! We can all feel what a wonderful new decade awaits. Just like in a hundred years for now!!

Ernst unleashed. His beautiful wife is busy looking for a nanny these days, also painting... but that's another story and —like the master said— will be told on another occasion.

A misterious exotic creature. 

 

Angelo seemed lost in thought tonight—On second thought, he seems lost in thought since yesterday. Something seems to have happened to him since he had his hair cut. A case of Samsonitis?

 

A few changes at the Mitropa— as enchanting as ever.

The party-goers enjoying themselves.

 

The band enjoying themselves even more than the party-goers.

 

Did I see that lad on my last visit to Birmingham's underbelly a couple of years back? Juliette doesn't seem to mind his scars.
 
It was a lovely party, and to land gently, we taxied straight to the Keller— again, that is another story and bladibladiblah.
 Good night my darlings.