It's been a tough year but now it is, at long last,
time to kick up my heels. There is, after all, nothing
like a masked ball in my cousin's little pile up on
the hill to see in the New Year.
Isn't it great what Oil of Ulan will do, you'd never
know I was an inch over seventy!
I digress . . . the Emperor awaits, as does my
beautiful sleigh full of furs . . . my mask, ah, here it is.
Anyway, it's not at all far, just across the valley between
Hohenschwangau and Neuschwanschtein, with the
sleighbells tinkling and the snow glistening in the lamplight.
I am looking forward to seeing Gaelyn host this delightful
event. I do hope Michael doesn't get jealous when she
stands up with my cousin Ludwig.
Oh, Franz Josef is waiting so, see you there!
One of the rare posts where the photos are borrowed from the web.
After all, it is a cyberspace party!
To join in the fun and festivities in the grand ballroom of Neuschwanstein,
just click on the Masked Ball Logo on my side bar and enjoy!
A little problem with lifting the Logo so I am linking straight to Geogypsy instead.