We two escapees from a fastnacht on the Rhine watch King Neptune lasso girls with Nehru chains and Shanah the belly dancer clouds the eyes of men from her Arabian float gliding down Canal. Balconies are crammed with friends urging the Queen to join them before the drunken bacchanal. Her court has worked all year gilding and beading the swan on which she enters Royal Street. Will the drunks destroy her or let her progress through the realm? Children are stamping their feet for candy kisses she throws staving off insult and pain from snakedancers who come to worship Dionysus late. Strippers stand in doorways waving to fakirs who wink from rolling beds of nails. We are not invited to the ball. We walk with urchins in the street wearing our masks rattling our moose watch chains.