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Here at the Asylum, they have novel ways of keeping the inmates occupied.
Making lanterns out of paper and cellophane.
Decorating candles with bambis, angels and glittery stuff
Make your very own teddy bear in 3 easy lessons.
Probably basket-weaving, too, if you ask nicely.
Not really my tasse de thé, as they say, but this evening I wavered.
A concert!
Some Johnny in tails tinkling away on the ivories of the grand piano that graces the main lobby and a flossie in an outfit that Ms jb classified as "elegant", but which was somewhat too Bosnian Hillcountry Traditional for my liking, was warbling her way through some light classical stuff, to the obvious enjoyment of the gathered blue-rinsed quadrupeds
As I said – on the verge of stopping a bit to listen when the bloody Metrognomes started swaying in time to the music and clapping rhythmically.
And then they all started singing along……
I'm off to bed to watch "The Stones in the Park"……….


>omigod, omigod, omigod! That sounds like hell. Is this place supposed to cure you, or kill you?I’ve posted on MDP today.Strasbourg was excellent.