We had Soviet breakfast on the Quay today, with
Anna Pavlova and
Karel Gott:

Then we, like, did stuff downtown. I guess I got tired of taking pictures. Until, that is, we got on the plane and I had the chance to settle an old bet with AMT:

... who rightly believed that the row behind 3
should be row 4, no matter how classy the people in row 3 are. But alas.
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