Words would be somewhat redundant - we travelled from land to land, a few familiar faces in almost every location... new ones dancing for the span allotted and then going about other business... and to all appearances, everyone enjoying themselves immensely (even the man responsible for the pitiful attempt at griefing Neufreistadt's ball). The depth of the wardrobes of some of the damen (and herren!) is nearly frightening. All accolades to Frau Volare, who not only organised this and appeared at very nearly every dance, but was tending her ill husband at the same time (Herr Volare was most frustrated at not being well enough to come dance). Danke as well to the hosts of each ball, especially Fraulein Springvale and the Daggers, who managed to surprise me with their mystery. My promise of support and assistance to the Conductress of the next Grand Tour, Frl. Poppet McGimsie. She is planning it for around St. Valentine's Day.
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