Tyres screeching, an Italian sports car stops outside the cafi. Wildly gesticulating, Wealth emerges from the dream automobile, dragging along a dalmatian called "Estate Agent". What a weird name. Style, Esq. turns away in horror.

Wealth wears sparkling rings on each finger.
The ladies find him cute. "Come here and sit with us, Cutie!", and Cutie stands a round of bubbly, as usual. Not that he's exactly popular. But at least he has money.

Every now and then a few young bohemians stray into Luxury. They have not-hing - except minds full of ideas. They discuss the latter with great passion and eloquence, accompanied by much smoking and drinking. Too much.

But then, later, when reading the papers, the ladies cheerfully note that the ideas have turned into pictures, books, films, or even PIPS boxes. Style, Esq. even subscribes to the theory that any artist who wants to be taken seriously should have sojourned in Luxury at least once.

Luxury is at its most splendid in autumn. That's when the light is most beautiful. It is not for nothing that people talk about "golden autumn". But Luxury has something to offer for all seasons. Especially since it offers just that extra bit more, that je-ne-sais-quoi, that special touch.

Oh well, dear PIPS readers, go and see for yourselves: Luxury is worth the journey - first class, naturally.

Always yours
Alexander Swirl