I wandered up Stiklių g. to Mamma Mia’s for a coffee and a cake and to check out the neighbourhood.
Refreshed I walked back in the gathering gloom and found the reception in full swing. A large screen, a repetitive, forgettable music-by-numbers soundtrack, and waiters offering glasses of bubbly around – but not to bystanders. Of whom there were many, including a couple of Japanese tourists with the longest lenses I’ve ever seen not on TV.
Ah well, at least the guests were undaunted by the cold damp weather (must have wreaked havoc with their hair though).