“I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.” So said Baudelaire, and he could have been thinking of the heart of summer, when the wheel turns to melancholy autumn. Come forth under the stars and dance the summer night with us!

With residents Heath, 4NGST and Refugium.
{pretentious French poetry not required, Gothic dress appreciated} 

$5, 21+.