Tea in Venice

Thirteen year cycles come and go and who notices? Certainly not that most mysterious of covens. Who are those masked men and women taking tea in the cafes of Venice while the hometown boys stand outside in the cold congratulating themselves on another victory for staunch isolationism. I guess I'll never know. I wonder if they're talking about me? Reginald, pack up the press, it's time to move again.

Reported by N. Formation, Clan Nosferatu, Morocco.