vantage point

Schatzi and I were humming along to the music, typing away as usual, before we realised that the beats came from outside. We got up and opened the window behind my desk, trying to find out the source of the soundtrack. A party of protesters was just marching past our part of the Ring: We were about to return to work, when another colleague came in for a coffee and, on the way to the fridge, happened to look out another window. "There's girls dancing", he remarked. Right enough, 3 "dancers" (euphemism?) of the Nightclub down the road were dancing along to the protesters' music on the roof of their establishment:


The things you see on a Tuesday afternoon...