Hanging on the walls, the wedding portraits are the only reminder of La Belle Époque. Anna P. wanted to see Pina B. and stopped by Café M., once again reactivated for the Permanent Vacation, to be closed soon after its over. The clock stopped ticking some time before, making the ladies at the bar – sent by Edward H. – once again count the Hours like in the analogue age. A broken vinyl Peter T. is lying on the floor, while bridegroom Tim B. rots away in a DVD box. Fin de siècle.
