This past weekend saw the latest version of the Grand Tour, that grueling two-day trek across the grid, showing solidarity within the Steamlands and similar areas through a common feeling of exhaustion. Bless those who have the stamina to make it to all the stops, and doubly bless those who have the strength (and the slight craziness) to organize such a thing. A round of applause, please, for Miss Breezy Carver and Miss Rose Springvale for assuming the co-chair roles this year.
My typist has neither the time nor the energy to make all the stops, but I try to make it a point to come to some of the events to be sociable. High winds at the typist's estate led to the inevitable power outage, which kept me away from the Tour until the evening. I had particularly wanted to attend the Sparking Gears Ball in Steam Sky City (who could resist "romance among the robots"?), but, alas, it was not to be.
I did make a brief appearance at the Seraph City Club, where Mr. Edward Pearse was playing the latest hits of the 1920s (and music of a similar feel, whatever the date of composition). I sat an listened.