...risked a peek:

into other peoples dreams...

Beginning with a 5 hours brunch at the 27th floor of 'the world's only seven-Star hotel'.
I'm sorry, the only decent black long trousers left were my posh tunks. Worn with grace and a grin and watching the spectacle which is called 'society'.

Then a short walk alongside the First Row Beehieves aka the dream beach. (Still in posh trunks and high heels.)

And for finish a night at the Madinat Jumerirah for a 'real' Oriental feel. Right? With a coffee at Costa's, what else? (Starbucks was closed.)