332: Mistletoe or nests?

I'm back in Warsaw. Had a busy week in UK last week. It included a trip to the Royal Albert Hall in London to watch, and listen to, the Classical Spectacular which they stage there a couple of times a year. Enjoyed it enormously and would recommend it to anyone that likes light classical music. There was an amusing incident right at the end of the show. After the finale (Tchaikovskiy's 1812 overture with laser lights, cannon and fireworks) there was an encore. Together with the music, the Trish-Trash polka if I remember, there were can-can girls dancing in the aisles. One was dancing right next to where I was sitting and before I could stop her (as if I would!) she leant down and planted a kiss on my balding pate. I never thought to check afterwards and it was only much later that I noticed the lipstick mark that I had been walking around with on the top of my head.The embarrassment! How much longer can I go without washing my head? 

Here are two pictures especially for my sister to remind her of the fantastic views looking at the clouds from above. Are you sure you don't want to get a passport?

Now this is what I call ice cream. And with the addition of a shot of Amaretto it was really rather nice. The tea was cranberry and lemon. 

Finally, please help to settle a friendly argument - or perhaps it's just a slight difference of opinion. As a "townie" I  had assumed that these were nests in the trees and soon birds would be nesting therein. Now though, higher management suggests it is mistletoe (омела) growing. Any thoughts anybody?