If I should suddenly start to sing, or stand on my head or anything

The sky is dark up above, save for the steady light of the pearly white moon. No dark, ominous clouds in sight; but no twinkling stars either, it is a calm night, whose silence is only pierced now and then by the distant sound of sirens.

This time around, Aequitas has settled snugly into what was once a theater. Inspired by the rich red of the curtain, the decor is sumptuous, borderline decadent.

But then, isn't it always?