One of the many things — former bookmarks? — tacked to the bookcases at a used bookstore in Madison:
I love the drawing... and the way it makes a collage with the postcard behind it. The discotheque, we're told, is "on the harbour's right dock" — in Crete, I assume — and there is the sailboat, which seems to be somewhere else, maybe China, maybe in search of dock. Look at these people who supposedly create a "friendly atmosphere," in a place with the deliberately — though unconvincingly — elitist name "VIP's."
Those spindly legs! Those extravagant hand gestures! A pant-suited woman is sandwiched between traditionally masculine and feminine dance partners. There's a thigh in every crotch. Shoes fall off. A mustachio'd man flings the 2 women's hands triumphantly into the air. Surely, this is super entertainment... somewhere in Crete, long ago.
ADDED: Enlarge and see that the boat is not in China. It's in Japan: "The fresh sight of Lake Chuzenji with a refrection (sic) of the setting sun on its surface...."