In all our years of Klatsching (which is about three now, I think) we're never been serenaded before. But hey, there's a first time for everything. A lady named Patricia stopped by our table and sang us a song in what she termed "a mixture of aboriginal languages". Needless to say, none of us could understand it, but it was lovely to hear just the same. When Hizzoner piped up and asked Patricia if he could take her picture, she agreed on the condition that he be in it as well. George did the honours and here we are.