Adelina. Adelina

Adelina. Adelina. With each less than overwhelming visit to a night bar in Berlin or Brussels, I find myself thinking about Adelina in Vienna more and more. Now the blue skies are out, I am at last starting to see some pretty faces in the Brussels street again. Spring is around the corner. 215. Beer No.4. Anyway, I suppose this is not really the time of year for sparks to fly, and kindling to catch fire; we are all just too bitterly cold.