Two violins and a viola sat on the ledge overlooking the dazzling track. Granted, they were way up there and the F1 race cars looked just about as big HotWheels cars, it was a comfortable vantage point from which to observe the night's happenings. Conspiciously missing was the cello, who was too fat to squeeze on the ledge with the smaller instruments and had to be content with lying on the floor.
(The keenly observant reader might notice that there are some continuity issues with what we were wearing. The all-pink getup was for our first night, and the black & red was for the second night. Disclaimer: We are not Ferrari fans. )