|Trying to get Frau Jo's attention and order some Rotwein.|
Last night was not much different, but Duncan I slipped into our 1920s outfits and spent some time there, eavesdropping on late-night conversations (occasional Thursdays there are voice days, usually only local chat is used).
After a few glasses of wine, I took a few snapshots of the gentlemen of Berlin.
|Father Helendale, in a bar, at such late hour?|
|Enjoying Herr Armundsen's company. Prosit!|
|Herr Luynes. What's the secret of his youthful looks?|
|Mr Payne, about to go to his night shift?|