»Suddenly you were standing out there, galley slaves had rowed you here, I had just seen them disappear into the night. You were dressed in precious gold and silk, and had a dagger hanging by your side in a silver sheath, and lifted me out of the window.«
ARTHUR SCHNITZLER

Golden putti, the chubby childlike messengers of love, joyfully wake above the lovers of the Engerl- und-Bengerl-Suite (literally: angel and rascal suite). Golden mirrors, exuberant baroque, heavenly hours, devilish nights.